And moaned, and sobbed, and cried.

Then he who lived led them away,

Both shivering with dread;

They begged for food; he paused a space;

“Stay here awhile,” he said,

“And I will go into the town

At once, and fetch you bread.”

He went. In their sweet innocence

They trusted to his word;

Meanwhile, the sparkling morning sun

With a grey cloud was blurred;

And long, in vain, they waited there,

Nor cried again, nor stirred!

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How can I write the mournful end—

And tell how, up and down,

At last, by hunger driven, they stray

Over the mosses brown—

She clutching at his little coat,