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XIV. Sad case for such a brain to hold Communion with a stirring child ! Sad case, as you may think, for one Who had a brain so wild ! Last Christmas when we talked of this, Old farmer Simpson did maintain, That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart, and brought Her senses back again : And when at last her time drew near, Her looks were calm, her senses clear.
There's no one that could ever tell;
XVI. And all that winter, when at night The wind blew from the mountain-peak, 'Twas worth your while, though in the dark, The church-yard path to seek : For many a time and oft were heard Cries coming from the mountain-head: Some plainly living voices were ; And others, I've heard many swear, Were voices of the dead: I cannot think, whate'er they say, They had to do with Martha Ray.
XVII. But that she goes to this old Thorn, The Thorn which I've described to you, And there sits in a scarlet cloak, I will be sworn is true. For one day with my telescope, To view the ocean wide and bright, When to this country first I came, Ere I had heard of Martha's name, I climbed the mountain's height : A storm came on, and I could see No object higher than my knee.
XVIII. 'Twas mist and rain, and storm and'rain, No screen, no fence could I discover, And then the wind ! in faith, it was A wind full ten times over. looked around, I thought I saw
A jutting crag, and off I ran,
XIX. I did not speak—I saw her face, In truth it was enough for me ; I turned about and heard her cry, “O misery! O misery!" And there she sits, until the moon Through half the clear blue sky will go ; And, when the little breezes make The waters of the Pond to shake, As all the country know, She shudders, and you hear her cry, “Oh misery! oh misery!"
“ But what's the Thorn ? and what's the Pond ?