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William Butler Yeats - The Dolls
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A DOLL in the doll-maker`s house
Looks at the cradle and bawls:
"That is an insult to us.`
But the oldest of all the dolls,
Who had seen, being kept for show,
Generations of his sort,
Out-screams the whole shelf:  `Although
There`s not a man can report
Evil of this place,
The man and the woman bring
Hither, to our disgrace,
A noisy and filthy thing.`
Hearing him groan and stretch
The doll-maker`s wife is aware
Her husband has heard the wretch,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
She murmurs into his ear,
Head upon shoulder leant:
"My dear, my dear, O dear.
It was an accident.`
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