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Ah, now the single figure to me,Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio, with all its cities and farms,
Sickly white in the face, and dull in the head, very faint,
By the jamb of a door leans.
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Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through her sobs;The little sisters huddle around, speechless and dismay'd;)
See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |