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44 The pond—and thorn, so old and grey,

Pass by her door—tis seldom shut—

And if you see her in her hut,

Then to the spot away!—

I never heard of such as dare

Approach the spot when she is there.

X.

"But wherefore to the mountain-top,

"Can this unhappy woman go,

"Whatever star is in the skies,

"Whatever wind may blow?"

Nay rack your brain—'tis all in vain,

I'll tell you every thing I know;

But to the thorn and to the pond

Which is a little step beyond,

I wish that you would go:

Perhaps when you are at the place

You something of her tale may trace.