VIII. Now wherefore thus, by day and night, "In rain, in tempest, and in snow "Thus to the dreary mountain-top "Does this poor woman go? "And why sits she beside the thorn "Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, "Or frosty air is keen and still, "And wherefore does she cry ? "Oh wherefore? wherefore? tell me why "Does she repeat that doleful cry?" IX. I cannot tell, I wish I could; The spot to which she goes ; The heap that's like an infant's grave, The pond-and thorn, so old and grey, Pass, by her door-tis seldom shut And if you see her in her hut, Then to the spot away 1. I never heard of such as dare Approach the spot when she is there... X.. "But wherefore to the mountain-top, "Can this unhappy woman go, "Whatever star is in the skies, "Whatever wind may blow " XI. I'll give you the best help I can: Before you up the mountain go, 'Tis now some two and twenty years, And she was happy, happy still Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill. XII And they had fix'd the wedding-day, The morning that must wed them both ; But Stephen to another maid Had sworn another oath; And with this other maid to church Unthinking Stephen went Poor Martha! on that woful day A cruel, cruel fire, they say, Into her bones was sent : It dried her body like a cinder, And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. XII. They say, full six months after this, While yet the summer leaves were green, She to the mountain-top would go, And there was often seen.. "Tis said, a child was in her womb, As now to any eye was plain; She was with child, and she was mad, Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain. Oh me ten thousand times I'd rather, That he had died, that cruel father! XIV. Sad case for such a brain to hold? Communion with a stirring child! Sad case, as you may think, for one Last Christmas when we talked of this, Her senses back again : And when at last her time drew near, Her looks were calm, her senses clear. XV. No more I know, I wish I did, And if a child was born or no, |