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I had steeled myself to dream
Of the blow, of the cry, Of the terror if footsteps paused In passing by; But how could I guess I should dream Of scouring the knife And putting it back in its place, Where the dead man's wife, After the time of shock, When she must eat, Takes it to cut her daily Bread and meat? __May Willams Ward. |
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May Williams Ward
page 32
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)