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Once I cried a little cry, Nor wiped the tears away;And bitter was the taste of them The long, long day.
Oh, but that was long ago! To-day I sit apartAnd smile and watch young laughter run About my heart!
V
I cannot bear to hear the grasses sing! Their tiny fingers press the notes of griefWhere apple blossoms pinkly sway and swing And nod to each uncurling, greening leaf.
I cannot bear to hear the grasses sing! Nor watch them tiptoe on the sun-sweet ground,For, oh, I know how their small hands will cling Upon the earth that is my body's mound!
VI
If I am quiet, when the twilight comes, My dead love I will see;Like breathless whisper in a lilac bloom My love will come to me.
If I am quiet, all the lapis night, My love will be my guest;But, oh, that she may never touch my hand Nor lean against my breast!
VII
My feet are shod in golden shoes, That glimmer in the sun,With lacings made of sweet delight And laughter's fun.

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