Uploaded on February 6, 2012
… “And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.”
“How many are you, then,” said I,
“If they two are in heaven?”
Quick was the little Maid’s reply,
“O Master! we are seven.”
“But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!”
“Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, “Nay, we are seven!”
—William Wordsworth
English Romantic Writers
edited by David Perkins
02.06.2024: So sad, and it never ends.