She was six years old, she said.
Her hair was grey without a curl—
She wore it on her head.
“Her face was wan and thin and pale,
Her age I could not fix,
But still with many a smirk and smile
She said, ‘I’m only six.’
“‘Nay, if you say you’re six!’ I cried,
‘The truth you have forsaken
‘Perhaps I have, perhaps I’ve not,