Longlegs - He Yelled 'Coo-Ee!' And All Across The Combe Shrill And Shrill It Rang - Rang Through The Clear Green Gloom. Fairies There Were A-Spinning, And A White Tree-Maid Lifted Her Eyes, And Listened In Her Rain-Sweet Glade. Bunnie To Bunnie Stamped; Old Wat Chin-Deep In Bracken Sate; A Throstle Piped, 'I'm By, I'm By!' Clear To His Timid Mate. And There Was Longlegs, Straddling, And Hearkening Was He, To Distant Echo Thrilling Back A Thin 'Coo-Ee!'