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 And he had pass'd a restless night,
 * And was not well in health;

The women sat down by his side,
 * And talk'd as 'twere by stealth.

"The Sun peeps thro' the close thick leaves,
 * "See, dearest Ellen! see!

Tis in the leaves, a little Sun,
 * "No bigger than your ee;

"A tiny Sun, and it has got
 * "A perfect glory too:

"Ten thousand threads and hairs of light,
 * Make up a glory, gay and bright,
 * "Round that small orb, so blue."

And then they argued of those rays,
 * What colour they might be:

Says this, "they're mostly green;" says that,
 * "They're amber-like to me."

So they sat chatting, while bad thoughts,
 * Were troubling Edward's rest;

But soon they heard his hard quick pants,
 * And the thumping in his breast.