| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Anna Wickham. |
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| 141. Song |
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| I WAS so chill, and overworn, and sad, | |
| To be a lady was the only joy I had. | |
| I walked the street as silent as a mouse, | |
| Buying fine clothes, and fittings for the house. | |
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| But since I saw my love | 5 |
| I wear a simple dress, | |
| And happily I move | |
| Forgetting weariness. | |
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