In silence dines, and early shrinks away.
I well remember, when a child, the awe
This day struck into me; for then the maids—
I scarce knew why—looked cross, and drove me from them;
Nor soft caress could I obtain, nor hope
Usual indulgences—jelly or creams,
Relic of costly suppers, and set by
For me, their petted one; or buttered toast,
When butter was forbid; or thrilling tale
Of ghost, or witch, or murder: so I went