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Unthinking Stephen went-
Into her bones was sent :
It dried her body like a cinder,
And almost turn'd her brain to tinder.
They say, full six months after this, While yet the summer-leaves were green, She to the mountain-top would go,
And there was often seen.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
From her exceeding pain.
Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather
That he had died, that cruel father!
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Last Christmas when we talked of this, Old Farmer Simpson did maintain, That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart, and brought
Her senses back again :
And when at last her time drew near, Her looks were calm, her senses clear.
No more I know, I wish I did,
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And all that winter, when at night
The wind blew from the mountain-peak,
'Twas worth your while, though in the dark,
The church-yard path to seek :
For many a time and oft were heard
Cries coming from the mountain-head,
Some plainly living voices were,
I cannot think, whate'er they say,
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've described to you,
I will be sworn is true.
For one day with my telescope,
'Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain, No screen, no fence could I discover, And then the wind! in faith, it was
A wind full ten times over.
I looked around, I thought I saw
A jutting crag, and off I ran,
The shelter of the crag to gain,
And, as I am a man,
Instead of jutting crag, I found
I did not speak—I saw her face,
And there she sits, until the moon
"Oh misery! oh misery!