Chapter 15 of 30 · 69 words · ~1 min read

VIII.

“Now wherefore thus, by day and night, “In rain, in tempest, and in snow, “Thus to the dreary mountain-top “Does this poor woman go? “And why sits she beside the thorn “When the blue day-light’s in the sky, “Or when the whirlwind’s on the hill, “Or frosty air is keen and still, “And wherefore does she cry?-- “Oh wherefore? wherefore? tell me why “Does she repeat that doleful cry?”