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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Friends
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I fell among the thieves awhile ago,
 Who beat and stripped me; and, thus used, If led
 For comfort to the arms of one I know
 Who is to me a sister, being wed
 To my heart`s kinsman. But ``Alas,`` she said,
 ``Your nakedness will bring our house to woe.
 Prithee begone.`` She blushed and turned her head,
 And left me doubting with which foot to go.
 Friends in the street beheld me, old and new.
 The new friends nodded; but the older stepped
 In haste from my reproachful eyes and me.
 They feared a creditor for sympathy,
 And so they fled. One only of the crew,
 A harlot, stopped me, kissed my wounds and wept.
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