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44 '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,

Head-foremost, through the driving rain,

The shelter of the crag to gain;

And, as I am a man,

Instead of jutting crag, I found

A Woman seated on the ground.

I did not speak—I saw her face,

Her face—it was enough for me;

I turned about and heard her cry,

"O misery! O misery!"

And there she sits, until the moon

Through half the clear blue sky will go;

And, when the little breezes make

The waters of the Pond to shake,

As all the country know,

She shudders, and you hear her cry,

"Oh misery! oh misery!"