Hearken, thine also shall be the wisdom of the old witch who sits
aloft forever, frozen into everlasting stone--thine and one other's.
For while they sit
contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in Arms, and longing wait The Signal to ascend, sit
lingring here Heav'ns fugitives, and for thir dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame, The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns By our delay?
One sunny afternoon in school, Cecily and Kitty Marr asked and received permission to sit
out on the side bench before the open window, where the cool breeze swept in from the green fields beyond.