Supposing her heart in her mouth shall stay?
Strange are our minds and their workings, I'm sure
Studying them might drive Solomon wild:
At the loud knocking, I ran to the door
With a sudden thought of that nurse and child.
I saw her rocking herself in her chair,
While the mad wind blew 'neath the stormy sky;
I saw the little child watching her there,
And knew, with a pang, that the child was I.
(Strange are the pangs, that, when life is most fair,