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IN or  behold  her  wild  eyes,  and  her  mystical  countenance  fair.
                            W e  sought  in  the  woodj  and  we  found  the  wood-wren  in  her  stead  ;
                             In  the  held,  and  we  found  but  the  cuckoo  that  talked  overhead;
                             lSy  the  brook,  and we found  the; recd-sp.it'row,  deep-nested in brown ;
                             Not  Echo,  fair  Echo,  for  Echo,  sweet  Echo,  was  flown.

                             So  we  came  to  the  place  where  the  dead  peopie  wait  till  God  call,
                             Fhe  church  was  among  iheni,  gray  moss  over  roof,  over  wall.
                             Very  silent,  so  low.   And  wc  stood  on  a  green,  grassy  mound
                             And  looked  in  at  the  window,  for  Echo  perhaps,  in  her  round
                             Might  have  come  in  to  hide  there.   But, no;  every  oak-caiwcn  scat
                             Was  empty.    W e  saw  the  great  Bible— old,  old,  very  old.
                             A :id  the parson:s great prayer book besidc  it;  wc ht:ard £be s 1 ow beat
                             O f the  pendulum  swing  in  the  tow er;  wo saw  the  clear  gold
                             Of a  sunbeam  float  down  to tiie  aisle,  and  then  waver and  play
                             On  the  low  chancd  step  and  the  railing;  and  O.ivcr  said,
                            11  Look,  Katie!  look,  Katie!  when  LotLiee  came  here  to  he  wed
                             She  stood  where  that  simbeaiu  drops  down,  and  ali  white was  her
                                  g o w n ;
                             And  she  stepped  upon  flowers  they  strewed  for  her.’ '

                                     Tnei:  qcoth  small  Seven ;
                            <l Snail  I  wear  a  white  gown  and  have  flowers  to  walk  upon  ever ?
                             Ail  doubtful  :   It  takes  a  long  time  to  grow  up,11  quoth  Klcven  ;
                             Y o u ’re  so  little,  you  know,  and  the  church  is  so  old,  it  can  never
                             La.^t  on  tdi  you're  tall."   A nd  in  whispers— because  it  was  old
                             And  holy,  and  fraught  with  strange  meaning,  half felt,  but  not  told.
                             Full  of old  parse nv  prayers,  who  were  dead,  of old  days, of old folk.
                             Neither  heard  oi  beheld,  but  ^bout  us— in  whispers  we  spoke.
                             Then  we  went  from  it  softly,  and  rail  hand  in  hand  to  the  strand,
                             While bleating  of flocks  and  birds1  piping  made  sweeter  the  land,


                             And  E cho  came  back  e'en  as  Oliver  drew  to  the ferry,
                            " O   Katie ! ”   Q  Katie !   li  Come  on,  then ! ”   “ Come  on, thenl
                                  lt For .see,
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