ASSAULT
I
I had forgotten how tho frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
II
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs!
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
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