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,