She built a room all window’d to the west;
For sure in one so dull, so bleak, so old,
She and her children must expire with cold.
Meantime the husband murmur’d—“So he might;
She would be judged by Cousins—Was it right?”
Water was near them, and her mind afloat;
The lady saw a cottage and a boat,
And thought what sweet excursions they might make; }
How they might sail; what neighbours they might take; }
And nicely would she deck the lodge upon the lake. 140}