[Variant 3:]

1845
Said I, alighting on the ground,
"What can it be, this piteous moan?"
1807
Forthwith alighted on the ground
To learn what voice the piteous moan
Had made, a little girl I found,

C.

Said I, alighting on the ground,
"What can it be, this piteous moan?"

Forthwith alighted on the ground
To learn what voice the piteous moan
Had made, a little girl I found,

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[Variant 4:]

1836
"My Cloak!" the word was last and first,
And loud and bitterly she wept,
As if her very heart would burst;

1807
"My cloak, my cloak" she cried, and spake
No other word, but loudly wept,
C.

"My Cloak!" the word was last and first,
And loud and bitterly she wept,
As if her very heart would burst;

"My cloak, my cloak" she cried, and spake
No other word, but loudly wept,

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