Of all life's ways than to be cursed
With indecision. Turn and choose
Your way, then all the world refuse.
And men who saw her still do say
That never once her lips were heard,
By gloaming dusk or shining day,
To utter or pronounce one word.
Men went and came, and still she stood
In silence watching down the wood.
Yea, still she stood and look'd away,