Chapter 29 No.29

Then wearily the nurse did throw

Her pallet in the darkest place

Of that sick room, and slept and dreamed:

For, as the gusty wind did blow

The night-lamp's flare across her face,

She saw or seemed to see, but dreamed,

That the poplars tall on the opposite hill,

The seven tall poplars on the hill,

Did clasp the setting sun un