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 Yes, it was he ! �The ghastly-starlfig eye, Which, open still, oeem'd ilfe's dread The Bvid blnoknoss of the ehek, nntold The tale: af boztO, ere it yet is tokL 'Twas at the close of the leoedi day Vtrhen therin eloud gave sl tO light's dey, A nelghbour saw the boy, with asl,ct wild, Brush quickly by; yeh as he pass'd, he stall'd, He felt inclin'd, he said, to stop the lad, And ask him, "vtrlther tming? Art thou mad?" "Almost," he added, ('twas his Usual word, The gentle favorite of th' inactive herd, Who idle curiosity condemn, And heed but little what regard not them) Almost he meant to follow, and he bent His sps awhile the way that EdmUnd went. The boy was gone, and, when he saw' him not, He thottght it cold, turn'd homeward s and forot. He too was one not overski!I'd to trac The mind's e'pressi/e movements ii the face Or how, untimely victim of despair, Gaz'd he on thhe, nor saw death written there There is a nook, where elms O*erbranehing shield A lonely hovel in a spaciou ield, Where the wild colt in summer might retreat, Escape the show'r, or slme the saltry heat. ......... Google

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