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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.