 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
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To Agnes, and his mother at the gate,
As, shivering with their sorrow and the air
Of morn, they came to watch him climb the mail;
Another moment and their boy was gone
Far in the dusty whirl that rose behind
The clattering team: and then the women wept
Without restraint, and all the house was still:
And all that day they crept from room to room
As if that some one in the house lay dead.
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