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625 What ails you now, my little Bess? WHAT AILS YOU NOW MY LITTLE BESS
d and thankful Ass; And then, without a moment's stay, That [65] earnest Creature turned away, Leaving the body on the grass. 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! And Peter honestly might say, The like came never to his ears, Though he has been, full thirty years, A rover--night and day! 615 'Tis not a plover of the moors, 'Tis not a bittern of the fen; Nor can it be a barking fox, Nor night-bird chambered in the rocks, Nor wild-cat in a woody glen! 620 The Ass is startled--and stops short Right in the middle of the thicket; And Peter, wont to whistle loud Whether alone or in a crowd, Is silent as a silent cricket.  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 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 AND PETER HONESTLY MIGHT SAY THE LIGHT CAME NEVER TO HIS EARS THOUGH HE HAS BEEN FULL THIRTY YEARS A ROVER NIGHT AND DAY TIS NOT A PLOVER OF THE MOORS TIS NOT A BITTERN OF THE FEN NOR CAN IT BE A BARKING FOX NOR NIGHT BIRD CHAMBERED IN THE ROCKS NOR WILD CAT IN A WOODY GLEN THE ASS IS STARTLED AND STOPS SHORT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THICKET AND PETER WONT TO WHISTLE LOUD WHETHER ALONE OR IN A CROWD IS SILENT AS A SILENT CRICKET
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