XLIII

When the full morning came, she had devised

      How she might secret to the forest hie;

How she might find the clay, so dearly prized,

      And sing to it one latest lullaby;

How her short absence might be unsurmised,

      While she the inmost of the dream would try.

Resolved, she took with her an aged nurse,

And went into that dismal forest-hearse.