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600 Intent upon his faithful watch, The Beast four days and nights had past; A sweeter meadow ne'er was seen, And there the Ass four days had been, Nor ever once did break his fast: 605 Yet firm his step, and stout his heart; The mead is crossed  the quarry's mouth Is reached; but there the trusty guide Into a thicket turns aside, And deftly ambles [66] towards the south. 610 When hark a burst of doleful sound! INTENT UPON HIS FAITHFUL WATCH THE BEAST FOUR DAYS AND NIGHTS HAD PASSED A SWEET O MEADOW NE'ER WAS SEEN AND THERE THE ASS FOUR DAYS HAD BEEN NOR EVER ONCE DID BREAK HIS FAST YET FIRM HIS STEP AND STOUT HIS HEART THE MEAT IS CROSSED THE QUARRY'S MOUTH IS REACHED BUT THERE THE TRUSTY GUIDE INTO A THICKET TURNS ASIDE AND DEFTLY AMBLES TOWARD THE SOUTH WHEN HARK A BURST OF DOLEFUL SOUND
 here--he touches there-- And now among the dead man's hair His sapling Peter has entwined. 575 He pulls--and looks--and pulls again; And he whom the poor Ass had lost, The man who had been four days dead, Head-foremost from the river's bed Uprises like a ghost! [G] 580 And Peter draws him to dry land; And through the brain of Peter pass Some poignant twitches, fast and faster; "No doubt," quoth he, "he is the Master Of this poor miserable Ass!" 585 The meagre shadow that looks on-- What would he now? [62] what is he doing? His sudden fit of joy is flown,-- He on his knees hath laid him down, As if he were his grief renewing; 590 But no--that Peter on his back Must mount, he shows well as he can: [63] Thought Peter then, come weal or woe I'll do what he would have me do, In pity to this poor drowned man. 595 With that resolve he boldly mounts [64] Upon the pleased and thankful Ass; And then, without a moment's stay, That [65] earnest Creature turned away, Leaving the body on the grass. IDE HIS FEARS THE ASS LOOKS ON AND TO HIS WORK IS PETER QUIETLY RESIGNED HE TOUCHES HERE HE TOUCHES THERE AND NOW AMONG THE DEAD MAN'S HAIR HIS SAPLING PETER HAS ENTWINED HE PULLS AND LOOKS AND PULLS AGAIN AND HE WHOM THE POOR ASS HAD LOST THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN FOUR DAYS DEAD HEAD FOREMOST FROM THE RIVER'S BED UPRISES LIKE A GHOST AND PETER DRAWS HIM TO DRY LAND AND THROUGH THE BRAIN OF PETER PASS SOME POIGNANT TWITCHES FAST AND FASTER NO DOUBT QUOTH HE HE IS THE MASTER OF THIS POOR MISERABLE ASS THE MEAGRE SHADOW THAT LOOKS ON WHAT WOULD HE NOW WHAT IS HE DOING HIS SUDDEN FIT OF JOY IS FLOWN HE ON HIS KNEES HATH LAID HIM DOWN AS IF HE WERE HIS GRIEF RENEWING BUT KNOW THAT PETER ON HIS BACK MUST MOUNT HE SHOWS WELL AS HE CAN THOUGHT PETER THEN COME WEAL OR WOE I'LL DO WHAT HE WOULD HAVE ME DO A PITY TO THIS POOR DROWNED MAN WITH THAT RESOLVE HE BOLDLY MOUNTS UPON THE PLEASED AND THANKFUL ASS AND THEN WITHOUT A MOMENT'S STAY THAT EARNEST CREATURE TURNED AWAY LEAVING THE BODY ON THE GRASS
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