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14 "Now tell me, Vincen," thus Mirèio, "If oftentimes as you and Ambroi go Bearing your burdens the wild country over, Some haunted castle you do not discover, Or joyous fête, or shining palace meet, While we in the home-nest for ever sit?"

"'Tis even so, my lady, as you think. Why, currants quench the thirst as well as drink! What though we brave all weathers in our toil? Sure, we have joys that rain-drops cannot spoil The sun of noon beats fiercely on the head, But there are wayside trees unnumberèd.

"And whensoe'er return the summer hours, And olive-trees are all bedecked with flowers, We hunt the whitening orchards curiously, Still following the scent, till we descry In the hot noontide, by its emerald flash, The tiny cantharis upon the ash.

"The shops will buy the same. Or off we tramp And gather red-oak apples in the swamp,$11$ Or beat the ponds for leeches. Ah, that's grand! You need nor bait nor hook, but only stand And strike the water, and then one by one They come and seize your legs, and all is done.