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xxviii.

"An hour had past—and, sitting straight

Within the low-wheel'd chaise,
Her mother trundled to the gate
Behind the dappled grays.

xxix.

"But, as for her, she stay'd at home,

And on the roof she went,
And down the way you use to come
She look'd with discontent.

xxx.

"She left the novel half-uncut

Upon the rosewood shelf;
She left the new piano shut:
She could not please herself.

xxxi.

"Then ran she, gamesome as the colt,

And livelier than a lark
She sent her voice through all the holt
Before her, and the park.