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Book: A Woman Sold and Other Poems

  • Deserted
    No, mother, I am not sad:
    Why think me sad? I was always still,
    56 lines, 1 comment
  • If?
    If I should die this night, (as well might be,
    So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
    51 lines
  • Safe
    Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
    Dash the black clouds against the sky,
    12 lines

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