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Rh Her large eyes, wide and staring, took no heed Of anything before them; thus she slept. I bade her sit beside me, and I placed The Bible on her knee, and laid her hand Upon the verse that names the tree of life. "Tell me," I said, "where may this tree be found." "The way is long," she answered me at last, "And I am worn and weary. I have tracked The shore of one long river, many a mile. The sun scorches like fire. I am athirst. I cannot find the tree; my search is done." "Look down the past, and find if any knew Where grows this tree, or how it might be found. "Again her lips made answer: "One I see, Long dead, who bends above a written scroll, And therein makes strange characters, which hold Some hidden sense pertaining to this tree. In Milan, in the Ambrosian library there, I see this scroll to-night; 'tis worn with age."

"Now seek thy home again," I said, "sweet soul. Thou art as meek and pure as him whose hand First wrote God's words." So she arose, and passed Along the dark, deserted street, and I Followed her closely, till I saw her cross The threshold of her cottage; then I turned, And found my home, and calmly slept till dawn.