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 The White Doe tracked with faithful pace The Lady to her Dwelling-place; That nook where, on paternal ground, A habitation she had found, The Master of whose humble board Once owned her Father for his Lord; A Hut, by tufted Trees defended, Where Rylstone Brook with Wharf is blended.

When Emily by morning light Went forth, the Doe was there in sight. She shrunk:—with one frail shock of pain, Received and followed by a prayer, Did she behold-saw once again; Shun will she not, she feels, will bear;— But wheresoever she looked round All now was trouble-haunted ground. So doth the Sufferer deem it good Even once again this neighbourhood