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 Rh And what can I That am a wandering witted fool But pray to God that He ease My great responsibilities.

I slept on my three-legged stool by the fire. The speckled cat slept on my knee; We never thought to enquire Where the brown hare might be, And whether the door were shut. Who knows how she drank the wind Stretched up on two legs from the mat, Before she had settled her mind To drum with her heel and to leap: Had I but awakened from sleep And called her name, she had heard, It may be, and had not stirred, That now, it may be, has found The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.