OF A LADY
I NEVER see her walk into a room
But what I think: Ah, now the fiddling’s done;
The world’s brave footlights leap to stab the gloom;
The curtain lifts, and see—the play’s begun.
THE END
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| and and went out of the house=> and went out of the house {pg 20} |