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43 Lay scattered here and there, open or shut,

As they had chanced to fall. Her Infant Babe

Had from its Mother caught the trick of grief,

And sighed among its playthings. Once again

I turned towards the garden gate, and saw,

More plainly still, that poverty and grief

Were now come nearer to her: weeds defaced

The harden'd soil, and knots of wither'd grass;

No ridges there appeared of clear black mold,

No winter greenness; of her herbs and flowers,

It seemed the better part were gnawed away

Or trampled into earth; a chain of straw,

Which had been twined about the slender stem

Of a young apple-tree, lay at its root;

The bark was nibbled round by truant Sheep.

—Margaret stood near, her Infant in her arms,

And, noting that my eye was on the tree,

She said, "I fear it will be dead and gone

Ere Robert come again." Towards the House

Together we returned; and she enquired

If I had any hope:—but for her Babe

And for her little orphan Boy, she said,

She had no wish to live, that she must die