Chapter 33 No.33

So motionless she sate,

The babe asleep upon her knees,

You might have dreamed their souls had gone

Away to things inanimate,

In such to live, in such to moan;

And that their bodies had ta'en back,

In mystic change, all silences

That cross the sky in cloudy rack,

Or dwell beneath the reedy ground

In waters safe from their