Where Dora lay.
“The doctor—he is sent for.
Child! What are you staring at?” For Dora
Shuddered, and alternately her eyes
Opened and closed in terror, as at brightness
Impossible, brought near. But then she smiled.
“It was my own mistake—the way I am.
You were so different. You shone in the door
Like candles, you were like a statue lady—
Different from us. I didn’t know you.