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** Now wherefore thus, by day and night, “ In rain, in tempest, and in snow “ Thus to the dreary mountain-top “ Does this poor woman go ? “ And why sits she beside the thorn * When the blue day-light's in the sky, " Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, “ Or frosty air is keen and still, “ And wherefore does she cry? " Oh wherefore? wherefore ? tell me why -- Does she repeat that doleful cry?"
I cannot tell ; I wish I could;
The pond—and thorn, so old and grey,
. But wherefore to the mountain-top, “ Can this unhappy woman go, « Whatever star is in the skies, 6. Whatever wind may blow?" Nay rack your brain-'tis all in vain, F'll tell you every thing I know; But to the thorn and to the pond, Which is a little step beyond, I wish that
go: Perhaps when you are at the place You something of her tale may trace,
I'll give you the best help I can: Before you up the mountain go, Up to the dreary mountain-top, I'll tell you all I know. 'Tis now some two and twenty years, Since she (her name is Martha Ray) Gave with a maiden's true good will Her company' to Stephen Hill, And she was blithe and gay, And she was happy, happy still Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
Unthinking Stephen went-
They say, full six months after this,
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a stirring child !
No more I know, I wish I did,