ALICE MEYNELL
She holds her little thoughts in sight, Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right; She has her soul to keep.
She walks the lady of my delight A shepherdess of sheep.
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said, 'They gave me of their best, They lived, they gave their lives for me; I tossed them to the howling waste, And flung them to the foaming sea. J
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��She said, *I never gave them aught, Not mine the power, if mine the will , I let them starve, I let them bleed, They bled and starved, and loved me still.'
She said, c Ten times they fought for me, Ten times they stiove with might and main, Ten times I saw them beaten down,
She said, 'I stayed alone at home, A dreary woman, grey and cold, I never asked them how they fared, Yet still they loved me as of old.'
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