On the outskirts of a great city,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> A street of fashionable mansions well with- drawn from all the noise and bustle; And in the street—the only figure there—in the middle of the road, in the bitter wind— Red-nosed, thin-shawled, with ankles bare and old boots. A woman bent and haggard, croaking a dismal song. And the great windows stare upon her wretchedness, and stare across the road upon each other, With big fool eyes; But not a door is opened, not a face is seen, Nor form of life down all the dreary street, To certify the existence of humanity— Other than hers. |
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