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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
The misthress! the misthress! That was her thought:
She wasn' freckened to be caught—
Poor thing! not that—but there! oh there!
To be with her! to be with her!
Safe, safe with her! And just the strength,
And in on the parlour, and fell full length
At the misthress' feet, And—what was there at her?
And—“Nelly, Nelly! what's the matter?”
And never a word, and never a moan—
Poor Nelly lay as dead as a stone.
But coaxed her, and petted her, and raised her—
And—“Nelly, Nelly!” and 'mazeder and 'mazeder.
“What is it, Nelly?” (you understan'—
A pious man! a holy man!
Where was he? Ah dear! What odds?
The heart of an innocent gel is God's—
Let scoundrels skulk, let divils chafe!
Nelly was safe! Nelly was safe!
Safe with the misthress). But when she woke,
And when she looked, and when she spoke,
And when she tould—the misthress heard,
But she didn' say a single word,
But turned like a sheet. It had come at last,
And the bitterness of death was passed.
She wasn' freckened to be caught—
Poor thing! not that—but there! oh there!
To be with her! to be with her!
Safe, safe with her! And just the strength,
And in on the parlour, and fell full length
At the misthress' feet, And—what was there at her?
And—“Nelly, Nelly! what's the matter?”
And never a word, and never a moan—
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But coaxed her, and petted her, and raised her—
And—“Nelly, Nelly!” and 'mazeder and 'mazeder.
“What is it, Nelly?” (you understan'—
A pious man! a holy man!
Where was he? Ah dear! What odds?
The heart of an innocent gel is God's—
Let scoundrels skulk, let divils chafe!
Nelly was safe! Nelly was safe!
Safe with the misthress). But when she woke,
And when she looked, and when she spoke,
And when she tould—the misthress heard,
But she didn' say a single word,
But turned like a sheet. It had come at last,
And the bitterness of death was passed.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |