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Amelia Opie - The Mad WandererAmelia Opie - The Mad Wanderer
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There came to Grasmere`s pleasant vale A stranger maid in tatters clad, Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale, While oft she cried, "Poor Kate is mad!" Four words were all she`d ever say, Nor would she shelter in a cot; And e`en in winter`s coldest day She still would cry, "My brain is hot." A look she had of better days; And once, while o`er the hills she ranged, We saw her on her tatters gaze, And heard her say, "How Kate is changed!" Whene`er she heard the death-bell sound, Her face grew dreadful to behold; She started, trembled, beat the ground, And shuddering cried, "Poor Kate is cold!" And when to church we brought the dead, She came in ragged mourning drest; The coffin-plate she trembling read, Then laughing cried, "Poor Kate is blest!" But when a wedding peal was rung, With dark revengeful leer she smiled, And, curses muttering on her tongue, She loudly screamed, "Poor Kate is wild!" To be in Grasmere church interred, A corpse one day from far was brought; Poor Kate the death-bell sounding heard, And reached the aisle as quick as thought: When on the coffin looking down, She started, screamed, and back retired, Then clasped it….breathing such a groan! And with that dreadful groan expired.
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