Kept down his cough. 'Twas too provoking!
My gorge rose at the nonsense and stuff of it;
So, saying like Eve when she plucked the apple,
"I wanted a taste, and now there's enough of it,"
I flung out of the little chapel.
IV
There was a lull in the rain, a lull
In the wind too; the moon was risen,
And would have shone out pure and full,