And yet she hath no strength to stand alone;—
Once she had playmates, fancies of her own, 35
And she did love them. They are past away,
As fairies vanish at the break of day;
And like a spectre of an age departed,
Or unsphered angel wofully astray,
She glides along—the solitary-hearted.
Hartley Coleridge.
CLXXXIX
PROUD MAISIE.
Proud Maisie is in the wood,