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“But wherefore to the mountaintop

Can this unhappy Woman go,

Whatever star is in the skies,

Whatever wind may blow?”

Nay, rack your brain⁠—’tis all in vain,

I’ll tell you every thing I know;

But to the Thorn, and to the Pond

Which is a little step beyond,

I wish that you would go:

Perhaps, when you are at the place,

You something of her tale may trace.