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He saw her from the bottom of the stairs	A
Before she saw him She was starting down	B
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear	C
She took a doubtful step and then undid it	D
To raise herself and look again He spoke	E
Advancing toward her What is it you see	F
From up there always for I want to know	G
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that	H
And her face changed from terrified to dull	I
He said to gain time What is it you see	F
Mounting until she cowered under him	J
I will find out now you must tell me dear	C
She in her place refused him any help	K
With the least stiffening of her neck and silence	L
She let him look sure that he wouldn't see	F
Blind creature and a while he didn't see	F
But at last he murmured Oh and again Oh	G
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What is it what she said	M
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Just that I see	F
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You don't she challenged Tell me what it is	N
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The wonder is I didn't see at once	L
I never noticed it from here before	O
I must be wonted to it that's the reason	P
The little graveyard where my people are	Q
So small the window frames the whole of it	D
Not so much larger than a bedroom is it	D
There are three stones of slate and one of marble	I
Broad shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight	R
On the sidehill We haven't to mind those	S
But I understand it is not the stones	T
But the child's mound	U
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Don't don't don't don't she cried	V
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She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm	W
That rested on the banister and slid downstairs	A
And turned on him with such a daunting look	X
He said twice over before he knew himself	Y
Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost	Z
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Not you Oh where's my hat Oh I don't need it	D
I must get out of here I must get air	A2
I don't know rightly whether any man can	B2
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Amy Don't go to someone else this time	C2
Listen to me I won't come down the stairs	A
He sat and fixed his chin between his fists	D2
There's something I should like to ask you dear	C
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You don't know how to ask it	D
Help me then	E2
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Her fingers moved the latch for all reply	F2
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My words are nearly always an offense	G2
I don't know how to speak of anything	H2
So as to please you But I might be taught	I2
I should suppose I can't say I see how	J2
A man must partly give up being a man	B2
With womenfolk We could have some arrangement	K2
By which I'd bind myself to keep hands off	L2
Anything special you're a mind to name	M2
Though I don't like such things 'twixt those that love	N2
Two that don't love can't live together without them	O2
But two that do can't live together with them	O2
She moved the latch a little Don't don't go	G
Don't carry it to someone else this time	C2
Tell me about it if it's something human	P
Let me into your grief I'm not so much	P2
Unlike other folks as your standing there	A2
Apart would make me out Give me my chance	Q2
I do think though you overdo it a little	I
What was it brought you up to think it the thing	H2
To take your mother loss of a first child	R2
So inconsolably in the face of love	N2
You'd think his memory might be satisfied	V
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There you go sneering now	J2
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I'm not I'm not	S2
You make me angry I'll come down to you	T2
God what a woman And it's come to this	U2
A man can't speak of his own child that's dead	M
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You can't because you don't know how to speak	V2
If you had any feelings you that dug	W2
With your own hand how could you his little grave	X2
I saw you from that very window there	A2
Making the gravel leap and leap in air	A2
Leap up like that like that and land so lightly	F
And roll back down the mound beside the hole	Y2
I thought Who is that man I didn't know you	T2
And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs	A
To look again and still your spade kept lifting	H2
Then you came in I heard your rumbling voice	Z2
Out in the kitchen and I don't know why	F2
But I went near to see with my own eyes	A3
You could sit there with the stains on your shoes	B3
Of the fresh earth from your own baby's grave	X2
And talk about your everyday concerns	C3
You had stood the spade up against the wall	D3
Outside there in the entry for I saw it	D
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I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed	E3
I'm cursed God if I don't believe I'm cursed	F3
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I can repeat the very words you were saying	H2
'Three foggy mornings and one rainy day	G3
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build '	-
Think of it talk like that at such a time	C2
What had how long it takes a birch to rot	S2
To do with what was in the darkened parlour	H3
You couldn't care The nearest friends can go	G
With anyone to death comes so far short	I3
They might as well not try to go at all	D3
No from the time when one is sick to death	J3
One is alone and he dies more alone	K3
Friends make pretense of following to the grave	X2
But before one is in it their minds are turned	L3
And making the best of their way back to life	M3
And living people and things they understand	N3
But the world's evil I won't have grief so	G
If I can change it Oh I won't I won't	O3
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There you have said it all and you feel better	H3
You won't go now You're crying Close the door	O
The heart's gone out of it why keep it up	P3
Amyl There's someone coming down the road	Q3
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You oh you think the talk is all I must go	G
Somewhere out of this house How can I make you	T2
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If you do She was opening the door wider	H3
Where do you mean to go First tell me that	H
I'll follow and bring you back by force I will	R3

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