Tired Out
"tired out!" Yet face and brow Do not look aweary now, And the eyelids lie like two Pure, white rose-leaves washed with dew. Was her life so hard a task? - Strange that we forget to ask What the lips now dumb for aye Could have told us yesterday! "Tired out!" A faded scrawl Pinned upon the ragged shawl - Nothing else to leave a clue Even of a friend or two, Who might come to fold the hands, Or smooth back the dripping strands Of her tresses, or to wet Them anew with fond regret. "Tired out!" We can but guess Of her little happiness - Long ago, in some fair land, When a lover held her hand In the dream that frees us all, Soon or later, from its thrall - Be it either false or true, We, at last, must tire, too.
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""tired out!" Yet face and brow..."
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