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The sun rode high in a cloudless sky	A
Of a perfect summer morn	B
She stood and gazed out into the street	C
And wondered why she was born	B
On the topmost branch of a maple tree	D
That close by the window grew	E
A robin called to his mate enthralled	F
'I love but you but you but you '	G
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A soft look came in her hardened face	H
She had not wept for years	I
But the robin's trill as some sounds will	J
Jarred open the door of tears	K
She thought of the old home far away	L
She heard the whir r r of the mill	J
She heard the turtle's wild sweet call	M
And the wail of the whip poor will whip poor will whip poor will	J
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She saw again that dusty road	N
Whence he came riding down	O
She smelled once more the flower she wore	P
In the breast of her simple gown	O
Out on the new mown meadow she heard	Q
Two blue jays quarrel and fret	R
And the warning cry of a Phoebe bird	Q
'More wet more wet more wet '	-
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With a blithe 'hello' to the men below	S
Who were spreading the new mown hay	L
The rider drew rein at her window pane	T
How it all came back to day	L
How young she was and how fair she was	U
What innocence crowned her brow	V
The future seemed fair for Love was there	W
And now and now and now	V
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In a dingy glass on the wall near by	A
She gazed on her faded face	H
'Well Meg I declare what a beauty you are '	-
She sneered 'What an angel of grace	H
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha	X
What a thing of beauty and grace '	-
She reached out her arms with a moaning sob	Y
'Oh if I could go back '	-
Then swift and strange came a sudden change	Z
Her brow grew hard and black	A2
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'A curse on the day and a curse on that man	B2
And on all who are his ' she cried	C2
'May he starve and be cold may he live to be old	D2
When all who loved him have died '	-
Her wild voice frightened the robin away	L
From the branch by the window sill	J
And little he knew as away he flew	E
Of the memories stirred by his trill	J
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He called to his mate on the grass below	S
'Follow me ' as he soared on high	A
And as mates have done since the world begun	E2
She followed and asked not why	A
The dingy room seemed curtained with gloom	F2
Meg shivered with nameless dread	G2
The ghost of her youth and her murdered truth	H2
Seemed risen up from the dead	G2
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She hurried out into the noisy street	C
For the silence made her afraid	I2
To flee from thought was all she sought	J2
She cared not whither she strayed	I2
Still on she pressed in her wild unrest	K2
Up avenues skirting the park	L2
Where fashion's throng moved gayly along	M2
In Vanity Fair when hark	L2
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A clatter of hoofs down the stony street	C
The snort of a frightened horse	N2
That was running wild and a laughing child	O2
At play in its very course	N2
With one swift glance Meg saw it all	M
'His child my God his child '	-
She cried aloud as she rushed through the crowd	P2
Like one grown suddenly wild	O2
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There almost under the iron feet	C
Hemmed in by a passing cart	Q2
Stood the baby boy the pride and joy	R2
Of the man who had broken her heart	Q2
Past swooning women and shouting men	S2
She fled like a flash of light	T2
With her slender arm she gathered from harm	U2
The form of the laughing sprite	T2
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The death shod feet of the mad horse beat	C
Her down on the pavings gray	L
But the baby laughed out with a merry shout	V2
And thought it splendid play	L
He pulled her gown and called to her 'Say	N2
Dit up and do dat some more	P
Das jus'ze way my papa play	L
Wiz me on ze nursery floor '	-
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When the frightened father reached the scene	W2
His boy looked up and smiled	O2
From the stiffening fold of the arm death cold	D2
Of Meg who had died for his child	O2
Oh idle words are a woman's curse	N2
Who loves a woman can	B2
For put to the test she will bare her breast	K2
And die for the sake of the man	B2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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