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She had a tall Man's height, or more;
What other dress she had I could not know; Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.
In all my walks, through field or town,
To head those ancient Amazonian files :
And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature
I left her, and pursued my way;
The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand,
The Other wore a rimless crown,
Two Brothers seem'd they, eight and ten years old ;
They bolted on me thus, and lo!
“That cannot be,” one answer'd, “She is dead.” “Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you bread."
“She has been dead, Sir, many a day.”
“Come, come!” cried one; and, without more ado, Off to some other play they both together flew.