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That oaten pipe of hers is mute,
I, too, have passed her on the hills
Farewell ! and when thy days are told,
“MY HEART LEAPS UP."
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky :
So is it now I am a man ;
Or let me die !
OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray :
No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew;
You yet may spy the fawn at play,
“To-night will be a stormy night-
“That, father, will I gladly do! 'Tis scarcely afternoon-The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon."
At this the father raised his hook
Not blither is the mountain roe ;
The storm came on before its time :
The wretched parents all that night,
At daybreak on a hill they stood
They wept-and, turning homeward, cried, “In heaven we all shall meet !”. -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Half breathless from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ;
And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone wall;
And then an open field they crossed :
They followed from the snowy bank
-Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
O’er rough and smooth she trips along