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So pass'd another day, and so the third;
-In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
There, pains which nature could no more support, With blindness link'd, did on my vitals fall,
And I had many interruptions short
Of hideous sense; I sank, nor step could crawl, And thence was carried to a neighbouring Hospital.
Recovery came with food: but still, my brain
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of looks where common kindness had no part;
Fretting the fever round the languid heart;
And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead
These things just served to stir the torpid sense,
My memory and my strength returned; and thence
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired.
My heart is touched to think that men like these,
They with their pannier'd Asses semblance made
The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor
Among the forest glades, when jocund June
But ill they suited me; those journeys dark
O'er moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch!
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill :
Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding
What could I do, unaided and unblest?
My Father! gone was every friend of thine :
Small help; and, after marriage such as mine,
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
I led a wandering life among the fields;
Forgone the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth,
Three years thus wandering, often have I view'd,
And now across this moor my steps I bend-
She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept ;
-because she had no more to say
Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay.