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The little one sleeps in its cradle;I lift the gauze, and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
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The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill;I peeringly view them from the top.
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The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom;I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair—I note where the pistol has fallen.
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The blab of the pave, the tires of carts, sluff of bootsoles, talk of the promenaders;The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor;
The snow-sleighs, the clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls;
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The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside, borne to the hospital;
The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall;
The excited crowd, the policeman with his star, quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd;
The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes;
What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck, or in fits;
What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who hurry home and give birth to babes;
What living and buried speech is always vibrating here—what howls restrain'd by decorum;
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips;
I mind them or the show or resonance of them—I come, and I depart.
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