No More Learning

" 1807.

Forthwith alighted on the ground
To learn what voice the piteous moan
Had made, a little girl I found, C. ]


[Variant 4:

1836.

"My Cloak! " the word was last and first,
And loud and bitterly she wept,
As if her very heart would burst; 1807.

"My cloak, my cloak" she cried, and spake
No other word, but loudly wept, C. ]


[Variant 5:

1815.

. . . off the Chaise . . . 1807. ]


[Variant 6:

1845.
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
Her help she lent, and with good heed
Together we released the Cloak; 1807.

. . . between . . . 1840. ]


[Variant 7:

1836.

A wretched, wretched rag indeed! 1807. ]


[Variant 8:

1845.

She sate like one past all relief;
Sob after sob she forth did send
In wretchedness, as if her grief 1807. ]


[Variant 9:

1836.

And then, . .