Caricamento in corso...

The Lady Visitor in the Pauper Ward

Why do you break upon this old, cool peace,
This painted peace of ours,
With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese,
With garish flowers?
Why do you churn smooth waters rough again,
Selfish old skin—and—bone?
Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain,
Leave us alone.

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