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And he had pass'd a restless night,
And was not well in health;
The women sat down by his side,
And talk'd as 'twere by stealth.
"The Sun peeps thro' the close thick leaves,
"See, dearest Ellen! see!
"'Tis in the leaves, a little Sun,
"No bigger than your ee;
"A tiny Sun, and it has got
"A perfect glory too:
"Ten thousand threads and hairs of light,
Make up a glory, gay and bright,
"Round that small orb, so blue."
And then they argued of those rays,
What colour they might be:
Says this, "they're mostly green;" says that,
"They're amber-like to me."
So they sat chatting, while bad thoughts,
Were troubling Edward's rest;
But soon they heard his hard quick pants,
And the thumping in his breast.
