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She had a tall Man’s height, or more;
No bonnet screen'd her from the heat ;
A long drab-colour'd Cloak she wore,
A Mantle reaching to her feet:

What other dress she had I could not know; Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.

In all my walks, through field or town,
Such Figure had I never seen:
Her face was of Egyptian brown ::
Fit person was she for a Queen,

To head those ancient Amazonian files:
Or ruling Bandit's Wife, among the Grecian Isles.
Before me begging did she stand,
Pouring out sorrows like a sea;
Grief after grief:-on English Land
Such woes I knew could never be;

And yet a boon I gave her; for the Crealure
Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature !

I left her, and pursued my way;
And soon before me did espy
A pair of little Boys at play,
Chasing a crimson butterfly;

The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand,
Wreath'd round with yellow flow'rs, the gayestof the land.

The Other wore a rimless crown,
With leaves of laurel stuck about:
And they both follow'd up and down,
Each whooping with a merry shout;

Two Brothers seem'd they, eight and ten years old; And like that Woman's face as gold is like to gold.

They bolted on me thus, and lo!
Each ready with a plaintive whine ;
Said I, “ Not half an hour ago
Your Mother has had alms of mine."

• That cannot be,” one answer'd, “ She is dead." « Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you bread.”

“ She has been dead, Sir, many a day."
“ Sweet Boys, you're telling me a lie;
" It was your Mother, as I say~"
And in the twinkling of an eye,

“ Come, come !” cried one ; and, without more ado, Off to some other play they both together flew. .



Up with me! up with me into the clouds !

For thy song, Lark, is strong; . Up with me, up with me into the clouds !

Singing, singing, With all the heav'ns about thee ringing,

Lift me, guide me, till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind!

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