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THE CARRIER
There's a seat, I see, still empty?”
Cried the hailer from the road;
“No, there is not!” said the carrier,
Quickening his horse and load.
Cried the hailer from the road;
“No, there is not!” said the carrier,
Quickening his horse and load.
“—They say you are in the grave, Jane;
But still you ride with me!”
And he looked towards the vacant space
He had kept beside his knee.
But still you ride with me!”
And he looked towards the vacant space
He had kept beside his knee.
And the passengers murmured: “'Tis where his wife
In journeys to and fro
Used always to sit; but nobody does
Since those long years ago.”
In journeys to and fro
Used always to sit; but nobody does
Since those long years ago.”
Rumble-mumble went the van
Past Sidwell Church and wall,
Till Exon Towers were out of scan,
And night lay over all.
Past Sidwell Church and wall,
Till Exon Towers were out of scan,
And night lay over all.
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