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"And she was sush

Of life had washed her, or as if a sleep

Lay on her eyelid, easier to sweep

Than bee fromalion

"Sche was as whyt as lylye yn May,

Or snow that sneweth yn wynterys day"

Ro air, as if new-born The only thing

that da between sorrow and

delight that crossed ht's hostess "But then," thought I, "if she is sorry, I could

not help it; and she has all the pleasures she ever had Such a day as

this is surely a joy to her, as much at least as tonoithin it the memory of what

came, but could not stay And if ever she is a woman, who knows but

wein the

universe"

Coue coht not to have left her, I went on There was little to distinguish

the woods to-day fros, rabbits, birds, squirrels, mice, and the numberless other