And disappeared. 710 I journeyed back this way, The honeysuckle, crowding round the porch, 715 The yellow stone-crop, suffered to take root Its pride of neatness. Daisy-flowers and thrift 725 Had twined about her two small rows of peas, Ere this an hour 730 Was wasted.-Back I turned my restless steps; sought, He said that she was used to ramble far.sinking in the west; and now From within 735 The sun was I sate with sad impatience. Her solitary infant cried aloud; VI. D Then, like a blast that dies away self-stilled, The voice was silent. From the bench I rose; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts. The spot, though fair, was very desolate 740 The longer I remained, more desolate: And, looking round me, now I first observed With tufts and hairs of wool, as if the sheep, 745 I turned, and saw her distant a few steps. 750 said, 'It grieves me you have waited here so long, But, in good truth, I've wandered much of late; And, sometimes-to my shame I speak-have need 755 Of my best prayers to bring me back again.' While on the board she spread our evening meal, She told me-interrupting not the work 765 And to myself,' said she, 'have done much wrong And to this helpless infant. I have slept tears Have flowed as if my body were not such But I am now in mind and in More 770 easy; and I hope,' said she, 'that God It would have grieved 780 Your very soul to see her. Sir, I feel The story linger in my heart; I fear Tis long and tedious; but my spirit clings To that poor Woman:-so familiarly Do I perceive her manner, and her look, And presence; and so deeply do I feel Her goodness, that, not seldom, in my walks A momentary trance comes over me; And to myself I seem to muse on One By sorrow laid asleep; or borne away, A human being destined to awake To human life, or something very near To human life, when he shall come again For whom she suffered. Yes, it would have grieved Your very soul to see her: evermore 785 790 Her eyelids drooped, her eyes downward were cast; And, when she at her table gave me food, 795 But yet no motion of the breast was seen, 800 "Ere my departure, to her care I gave, For her son's use, some tokens of regard, 805 Which with a look of welcome she received; And I exhorted her to place her trust In God's good love, and seek his help by prayer. I took my staff, and, when I kissed her babe, The tears stood in her eyes. I left her then 810 With the best hope and comfort I could give: She thanked me for my wish ;-but for my hope It seemed she did not thank me. I returned, And took my rounds along this road again When on its sunny bank the primrose flower 815 Peeped forth, to give an earnest of the Spring. I found her sad and drooping: she had learned No tidings of her husband; if he lived, She knew not that he lived; if he were dead, She knew not he was dead. She seemed the same 820 In person and appearance; but her house Were now come nearer to her: weeds defaced The hardened soil, and knots of withered grass: 835 No ridges there appeared of clear black mold, stem 840 Of a young apple-tree, lay at its root; Still in its place; his Sunday garments hung And when, In bleak December, I retraced this way, The employment 855 common through these wilds, and gained, By spinning hemp, a pittance for herself; 860 And for this end had hired a neighbour's boy To give her needful help. Most willingly she put her work aside, That very time And walked with me along the miry road, Heedless how far; and, in such piteous sort 865 That any heart had ached to hear her, begged |