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UPON A DYING LADY
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Because the priest must have like every dog his day
Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon,
We and our dolls being but the world were best away.
IV
the end of day
She is playing like a child
And penance is the play,
Fantastical and wild
Because the end of day
Shows her that some one soon
Will come from the house, and say—
Though play is but half-done—
'Come in and leave the play.'—
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her race
She has not grown uncivil
As narrow natures would
