And cried - “The wretch! what scheme has he in view?
Is this his lot? - but let him, let him feel -
Who wants the courage, not the will, to steal.”
A dreadful winter came, each day severe,
Misty when mild, and icy cold when clear;
And still the humble dealer took his load,
Returning slow, and shivering on the road:
The Lady, still relentless, saw him come,
And said - “I wonder, has the wretch a home?” -
“A hut! a hovel!” “Then his fate appears