impossible, as unfortunately I did not even know her name.  The ruin, from its position and features, is a most impressive object.  I could not but deeply regret that its solemnity was impaired by a fantastic new Castle set up on a projection of the same ridge, as if to show how far modern art can go in surpassing all that could be done by antiquity and nature with their united graces, remembrances, and associations.  I could have almost wished for power, so much the contrast vexed me, to blow away Sir——­Meyrick’s impertinent structure and all the fopperies it contains.—­I.  F.]

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The “structure” referred to is Goodrich Court, built in 1828 by Sir Samuel Rush Meyrick—­a collector of ancient armour, and a great authority on the subject—­mainly to receive his extensive private collection.  The armour has been removed from Goodrich to the South Kensington Museum.  ‘We are Seven’ was placed by Wordsworth among his “Poems referring to the Period of Childhood.”—­Ed.

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THE POEM

 —­A simple Child, [1]
  That lightly draws its breath,
  And feels its life in every limb,
  What should it know of death? [B]

  I met a little cottage Girl:  5
  She was eight years old, she said;
  Her hair was thick with many a curl
  That clustered round her head.

  She had a rustic, woodland air,
  And she was wildly clad:  10
  Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
 —­Her beauty made me glad.

  “Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
  How many may you be?”
  “How many?  Seven in all,” she said, 15
  And wondering looked at me.

  “And where are they?  I pray you tell.” 
  She answered, “Seven are we;
  And two of us at Conway dwell,
  And two are gone to sea. 20

  “Two of us in the church-yard lie,
  My sister and my brother;
  And, in the church-yard cottage, I
  Dwell near them with my mother.”

  “You say that two at Conway dwell, 25
  And two are gone to sea,
  Yet ye [2] are seven!  I pray you tell,
  Sweet Maid, how this may be.”

  Then did the little Maid reply,
  “Seven boys and girls are we; 30
  Two of us in the church-yard lie,
  Beneath the church-yard tree.”

  “You run about, my little Maid,
  Your limbs they are alive;
  If two are in the church-yard laid, 35
  Then ye are only five.”

  “Their graves are green, they may be seen,”
  The little Maid replied,
  “Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,
  And they are side by side. 40