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I Had forgotten how the frogs must sound / After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone / At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk / Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass, / That am a timid woman, on her way / From one house to another!