Up doth she climb to Norton Tower,
And thence looks round her far and wide.
Her fate there measures,—all is stilled,—
The feeble hath subdued her heart; 1815.
[200] 1837.
This single Creature ... 1815.
[201] 1837.
So beautiful the spotless Thrall,
(A lovely Youngling white as foam,)
That it was brought to Rylstone-hall;
Her youngest Brother led it home,
The youngest, then a lusty Boy,
Brought home the prize—and with what joy! 1815.
[202] 1827.
Nor did she fear in the still moonshine 1815.
... in still moonshine 1820.
[203] 1837.
For that she came; there oft and long
She sate in meditation strong: 1815.