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725 At length he spies a bleeding wound, Where he had struck the Ass's head; [80] He sees the blood, knows what it is,   A glimpse of sudden joy was his, But then it quickly fled; 730 Of him whom sudden death had seized He thought,  of thee, O faithful Ass! AT LENGTH HE SPIES A BLEEDING WOUND WHERE HE HAD STRUCK THE ASS'S HEAD HE SEES THE BLOOD KNOWS WHAT IT IS A GLIMPSE OF SUDDEN JOY WAS HIS BUT THEN IT QUICKLY FLED OF HIM WHOM SUDDEN DEATH HAD SEIZED HE THOUGHT OF THEE O FAITHFUL ASS
; and now he wends Where, shining like the smoothest sea, In undisturbed immensity A [76] level plain extends. 700 But whence this faintly-rustling sound By which the journeying pair are chased? --A withered leaf is close behind, [77] Light plaything for the sportive wind Upon that solitary waste. 705 When Peter spied the moving thing, It only doubled his distress; [78] "Where there is not a bush or tree, The very leaves they follow me-- So huge hath been my wickedness!" 710 To a close lane they now are come, Where, as before, the enduring Ass Moves on without a moment's stop, Nor once turns round his head to crop A bramble-leaf or blade of grass. 715 Between the hedges as they go, The white dust sleeps upon the lane; And Peter, ever and anon Back-looking, sees, upon a stone, Or in the dust, a crimson stain. 720 A stain--as of a drop of blood By moonlight made more faint and wan; Ha! why these sinkings of despair? [79] He knows not how the blood comes there-- And Peter is a wicked man. ND SO HE SITS IN EXPECTATION A STRENUOUS ANIMAL HATH CLOWN WITH THE GREEN PATH AND NOW HE WENDS WHERE SHINING LIKE THE SMOOTHEST SEA IN UNDISTURBED IMMENSITY A LEVEL PLAIN EXTENDS BUT WHENCE THIS FAINTLY RUSTLING SOUND BY WHICH THE JOURNEYING PAIR ARE CHASTE A WITHERED LEAF IS CLOSE BEHIND LIGHT PLAYTHING FOR THE SPORTIVE WIND UPON THAT SOLITARY WASTE WHEN PETER SPIED THE MOVING THING IT ONLY DOUBLED HIS DISTRESS WHERE THERE IS NOT A BUSH OR TREE THE VERY LEAVES THEY FOLLOW ME SO HUGE HATH BEEN MY WICKEDNESS TO A CLOSE LANE THEY NOW ARE COME WHEREAS BEFORE THE ENDURING ASS MOVES ON WITHOUT A MOMENT'S STOP OR ONCE TURNS ROUND HIS HEAD TO CROP A BRAMBLE LEAF OR BLADE OF GRASS BETWEEN THE HEDGES AS THEY GO THE WHITE DUST SLEEPS UPON THE LANE AND PETER EVER AND ANON BACK LOOKING SEES UPON A STONE OR IN THE DUST A CRIMSON STAIN A STAIN AS OF A DROP OF BLOOD BY MOONLIGHT MADE MORE FAINT AND WAN HAH WHY THESE SINKINGS OF DESPAIR HE KNOWS NOT HOW THE BLOOD COMES THERE AND PETER IS A WICKED MAN
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