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6 And all that day I read in school,
But my thought was otherwhere ; As soon as the midday task was done,
In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves,
And still the corse was bare !
“ Then down I cast me on my face,
And first began to weep,
That earth refused to keep :
Ten thousand fathoms deep.
“So wills the fierce avenging sprite,
Till blood for blood atones !
And trodden down with stones,
The world shall see his bones !
“O God ! that horrid, horrid dream
Besets me now awake !
The human life I take;
And my red right hand grows raging hot,
Like Cranmer's at the stake.
“And still no peace for the restless clay
Will wave or mould allow ;'
It stands before me now! ”
Huge drops upon his brow.
That very night, while gentle sleep
The urchin eyelids kissed, Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn,
Through the cold and heavy mist ; And Eugene Aram walked between,
With gyves upon his wrist.
A DREAM IN THE WOODS.
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees.” – As You Like It.
Where lofty elms abound ;
And from a tree
There came to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmured overhead,
And sometimes underground.
Amongst the leaves it seemed to sigh,
Amid the boughs to moan ;
The roots took up the tone ;
The dead began to groan. No breeze there was to stir the leaves ;
No bolts that tempests launch,