And some object before her glittered.
’Twas the golden leg!—she knew its gleam,
And up she started, and tried to scream;
But e’en in the moment she started—
Down came the limb with a frightful smash,
And, lost in the universal flash,
That her eyeballs made at so mortal a crash,
The spark, called vital departed!
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Gold, still gold! hard, yellow and cold,