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NEW POEMS
I am a woman,—my hair is white—
I was a drunkard's lass;
The gin dances in my head,—
I stumble as I pass.
I am a man that God made at first,
And teachers tried to harm;
Here hunchback, take my friendly hand,—
Good woman, take my arm.
CLXIX
SONG
LIGHT foot and tight foot,
And green grass spread,
Early in the morning,
But hope is on ahead.
Brief day and bright day,
And sunset red,
Early in the evening,
The stars are overhead.
CLXX
THE NEW HOUSE
IS the house not homely yet?
There let pleasant thoughts be set:
With bright eyes and hurried feet,
There let severed friendships meet,
There let sorrow learn to smile,
And sweet talk the nights beguile.
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