Was all a dream? To think that all was dreamt
Were now the happier thought; but arguing o’er
That dream it was, she fell from her attempt,
Feeling the wifely burden that she bore.
Nay, true, ’twas true. She had had all and lost;
The joy, the reckless wrong, the heavy cost
Were hers, the dead end now, and woe in store.
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What to be done? Fainting and shelterless
Upon the mountain it were death to bide: