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The singing men and women sang that night as

usual, The dancers danced in pairs and sets, but music had

a fall, A melancholy windy fall as at a funeral.

Amid the toss of torches to my chamber back we

swept ; My ladies loosed my golden chain ; meantime I

could have wept To think of some in galling chains whether they

waked or slept.

I took my bath of scented milk, delicately waited

on: They burned sweet things for my delight, cedar

and cinnamon, They lit my shaded silver lamp, and left me there


A day went by, a week went by. One day I heard it said:

  • ' Men are clamouring, women, children, clamour-

ing to be fed ;

Men like famished dogs are howling in the streets for bread."

So two whispered by my door, not thinking I could


Vulgar naked truth, ungarnished for a royal ear ; Fit for cooping in the background, not to stalk so


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