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"Evelyn Ray," each stone man said,
And the words cut back and forth through his head,
And each of them wondered if he were dead.
And the words cut back and forth through his head,
And each of them wondered if he were dead.
The cat-bird sang with his head cocked up
Gazing into the sky's blue cup.
Gazing into the sky's blue cup.
The grasses waved back into place,
The sun's long fingers stroked each face,
The sun's long fingers stroked each face,
Each grim, cold face that saw no sun.
And the feet led the faces on and on.
And the feet led the faces on and on.
They stopped beside the catalpa-tree,
Said one stone face to the other: "See!"
Said one stone face to the other: "See!"
The other face had nothing to say,
Its lips were frozen on "Evelyn Ray."
Its lips were frozen on "Evelyn Ray."
