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So passed another day, and so the third:
Recovery came with food: but still, my brain
a dead; man start!
These things just served to stir the torpid sense, Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised ! Memory, though slow, returned with strength;
and thence', Dismissed, again in open day I gazed At houses, 'men, and common light, amazed; The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired, Came, where, beneath the trees a faggot blazed; The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, And gave me food, and rest, more welcome,
My heart is touched to think that men like these, The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief. How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! And their long holiday that feared not grief;. For all belonged to all, and each was chief. No plough their sinews strained; on grating
road No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf In every vale for their delight was stowed; For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder
Semblance, with straw and pannier'd ass, they
made Of potters wandering on from door to door: But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed, And other joys, my fancy to allure; The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor In barn uplighted, and companions boon, Well met from far, with revelry secure, In depth of forest glande, when jocund June Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial
But ill it suited me, in journey dark
What could I do, unaided and unblest?
I lived upon the mercy of the fields,
Foregone the home delight of constant truth, And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless
Three years a wanderer, often have I view'd, In tears, the sun towards that country tend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: And now across this moor my steps I bendOh! tell me whither—for no earthly friend Have I. She ceased, and weeping turn'd
away; As if because her tale was at an end She wept ;--because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spi