“Rose-Jane! Rose-Jane! Come! Come soon!”
MISTRESS MARY
“O MISTRESS Mary—Mistress Mary—
What have you found in your new old house?
Paperers are waiting you, and carpenters, and gardeners—
And you are up garret, just as still as a mouse!
What makes your eyes so wet and so round?
Mary—Mary! What have you found?”
“Where the sour old wind grieves under the eaves
There’s an old trunk hid—Oh the dust on the lid!