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XLII.

"Ha! ha!" said she, "I knew not this hard life,

⁠I thought the worst was simple misery;330
I thought some Fate with pleasure or with strife
⁠Portion'd us—happy days, or else to die;
But there is crime—a brother's bloody knife!
⁠Sweet Spirit, thou hast school'd my infancy:
I'll visit thee for this, and kiss thine eyes,
And greet thee morn and even in the skies."

XLIII.

When the full morning came, she had devised

⁠How she might secret to the forest hie;
How she might find the clay, so dearly prized,
⁠And sing to it one latest lullaby;340
How her short absence might be unsurmised,
⁠While she the inmost of the dream would try.
Resolv'd, she took with her an aged nurse,
And went into that dismal forest-hearse.