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Robert Graves - The Lady Visitor In The Pauper Ward
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Why do you break upon this old, cool peace,  
This painted peace of ours,  
With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese,  
With garish flowers?  
Why do you churn smooth waters rough again,
Selfish old skin-and-bone?  
Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain,  
Leave us alone.
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