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A LEADER OF FASHION
Never has she known
The way a robin will skip and come,
With an eye half bold, half timorsome,
To the table's edge for a breakfast crumb:
The way a robin will skip and come,
With an eye half bold, half timorsome,
To the table's edge for a breakfast crumb:
Nor has she seen
A streak of roseate gently drawn
Across the east, that means the dawn,
When, up and out, she foots it on:
A streak of roseate gently drawn
Across the east, that means the dawn,
When, up and out, she foots it on:
Nor has she heard
The rustle of the sparrow's tread
To roost in roof-holes near her head
When dusk bids her, too, seek her bed:
The rustle of the sparrow's tread
To roost in roof-holes near her head
When dusk bids her, too, seek her bed:
Nor has she watched
Amid a stormy eve's turmoil
The pipkin slowly come to boil,
In readiness for one at toil:
Amid a stormy eve's turmoil
The pipkin slowly come to boil,
In readiness for one at toil:
Nor has she hearkened
Through the long night-time, lone and numb,
For sounds of sent-for help to come
Ere the swift-sinking life succumb:
Through the long night-time, lone and numb,
For sounds of sent-for help to come
Ere the swift-sinking life succumb:
Nor has she ever
Held the loved-lost one on her arm,
Attired with care his straightened form,
As if he were alive and warm:
Held the loved-lost one on her arm,
Attired with care his straightened form,
As if he were alive and warm:
Yea, never has she
Known, seen, heard, felt, such things as these,
Haps of so many in their degrees
Throughout their count of calvaries!
Known, seen, heard, felt, such things as these,
Haps of so many in their degrees
Throughout their count of calvaries!
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