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But that she goes to this old Thorn,
I will be sworn is true.
For one day with my telescope,
'Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain,
I looked around, I thought I saw
The shelter of the crag to gain;
And, as I am a man,
I did not speak
Her face! it was enough for me;
I saw her face;
I turned about and heard her cry,
And there she sits, until the moon
"But what's the Thorn? and what's the Pond?
And what's the Hill of moss to her?
And what's the creeping breeze that comes
"I cannot tell; but some
Some say she drowned it in the pond,
The little babe was buried there,
I've heard, the moss is spotted red
I do not think she could!
The shadow of a babe you trace,
And that it looks at you ;
And some had sworn an oath that she
The grass, it shook upon the ground!
The little Babe is buried there,
Beneath that Hill of moss so fair,
I cannot tell how this may be:
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the mountain high,
By day, and in the silent night,
That I have heard her cry,
Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles from Richmond in Yorkshire, and near the side of the road which leads from Richmond to Askrigg. Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase, the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the second Part of the following Poem | which monuments do now exist as I have there described them.
THE Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor With the slow motion of a summer's cloud;
He turned aside towards a Vassal's door,
"Another Horse!". That shout the Vassal heard