'Begone! begone!' was all she'd strength to say.
I left, persuaded morn would see her clay.
This morning early rising there I went,
—To seek the money, p'rhaps, my chief intent—
When neither the hut could anywhere be found,
Nor yet the old lady, or trace on the ground;
So that really I thought, ere from slumber I woke,
She had vanished away like a cigar, in smoke.
"This then is, your rev'rence, the whole of my tale—
That I'm disappointed I greatly bewail,