They have robbed her—the villains—and gone!
They have robbed her—the villains—and gone!See here,
A pitiful wound in the lovely breast;
And under the wound, among the grass,
A little glow-worm—as if it were
Her soul dropt out among the flowers—
Her soul dropt out of the wound!
Frogs. Her soul dropt out of the wound!Quuck,
Kilutty kullutty quickutty quuck.
Melfort.The marsh flowers that spring about her