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Might we but hear / The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes, / Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops, / Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock / Count the night watches to his feathery dames, / 'Twould be some solace yet, some little cheering / In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs. / - Milton
In the morning Emily was relieved from her fears for Annette, who came at an early hour.