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39 The voice was silent. From the bench I rose;

But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts.

The spot, though fair, was very desolate—

The longer I remained more desolate.

And, looking round, I saw the corner stones,

Till then unnotic'd, on either side the door

With dull red stains discolour'd, and stuck o'er

With tufts and hairs of wool, as if the Sheep,

That fed upon the Common, thither came

Familiarly; and found a couching-place

Even at her threshold. Deeper shadows fell

From these tall elms;—the Cottage-clock struck eight;—

I turned, and saw her distant a few steps.

Her face was pale and thin, her figure too

Was changed. As she unlocked the door, she said,

"It grieves me you have waited here so long,

But, in good truth, I've wandered much of late,

And, sometimes,—to my shame I speak, have need

Of my best prayers to bring me back again."

While on the board she spread our evening meal

She told me,—interrupting not the work

Which gave employment to her listless hands,

That she had parted with her elder Child;