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nd more and more smiled IsobelTo see the baby sleep so well--She knew not that she smiled.Against the lattice, dull and wildDrive the heavy droning drops,Drop by drop, the sound being one;As momently time's segments fallOn the ear of God, who hears through allEternity's unbroken monotone:And more and more smiled IsobelTo see the baby sleep so well--She knew not that she smiled.The wind in intermission stopsDown in the beechen forest,Then cries aloudAs one at the sorest,Self-stung, self-driven,And rises up to its very tops,Stiffening erect the branches bowed,Dilating with a tempest-soulThe trees that with their dark hands breakThrough their own outline, and heavy rollShadows as massive as clouds in heavenAcross the castle lakeAnd more and more smiled IsobelTo see the baby sleep so well;She knew not that she smiled;She knew not that the storm was wild;Through the uproar drear she could not hearThe castle clock which struck anear--She heard the low, light breathing of her child.
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