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Strange to say, I do not know her,
though I have met her frequently:
a faithful adherent, her lot is with
the living, everyone, and everything.
Collecting funds on a beautiful summer's day;
comparable to a shade, or the repose
after laughter: she is necessary to
the point of seriousness-- her smile
is concealed, her commerce simple, her lips
are sealed. She is someone's wife, I'm
sure, for she keeps a tidy house, and time
is always on her side; no children,
apparently: indeed, she seems to live
in another world, unfashionable, albeit
embracing many; no one
really knows her, except by sight of those
who do, and they always remark what peace
she brings, what mercy she enacts: even
a maternity for a beginning indeed
of a new life of a breathless kind! |
