Employment hazardous and wearisome! XVI. The old Man still stood talking by my side ; Or like a man from some far region sent, XVII. My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills; Cold, pain, and labor, and all fleshly ills; – Perplexed, and longing to be comforted, My question eagerly did I renew, "How is it that you live, and what is it XVIII. you do?" He with a smile did then his words repeat; But they have dwindled long by slow decay; XIX. While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The old Man's shape, and speech, — all troubled me: In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued, He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed. XX. And soon with this he other matter blended, XXIII. THE THORN. I. "THERE is a Thorn, it looks so old, In truth, you'd find it hard to say Not higher than a two years' child It stands erect, and like a stone II. "Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown With lichens to the very top, And hung with heavy tufts of moss Up from the earth these mosses creep, And all have joined in one endeavor III. 66 High on a mountain's highest ridge, Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale, Not five yards from the mountain path, This Thorn you on your left espy; And to the left, three yards beyond, Of water, Though but of compass small, and bare IV. "And, close beside this aged Thorn, All lovely colors there you see, V. "Ah me! what lovely tints are there Green, red, and pearly white! This heap of earth o'crgrown with moss, Which close beside the Thorn you see, So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, Is like an infant's grave in size, As like as like can be: But never, never anywhere, An infant's grave was half so fair. VI. "Now would you see this aged Thorn, For oft there sits between the heap And that same pond of which I spoke, A Woman in a scarlet cloak, And to herself she cries, 'O misery! O misery! O woe is me! O misery!' VII. "At all times of the day and night And there, beside the Thorn, she sits |