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"tired out! " Yet face and brow / Do not look aweary now, / And the eyelids lie like two / Pure, white rose-leaves washed with dew.
Was her life so hard a task? -- / Strange that we forget to ask / What the lips now dumb for aye / Could have told us yesterday!
"Tired out! " A faded scrawl / Pinned upon the ragged shawl -- / Nothing else to leave a clue / Even of a friend or two, / Who might come to fold the hands, / Or smooth back the dripping strands / Of her tresses, or to wet / Them anew with fond regret.
"Tired out! " We can but guess / Of her little happiness -- / Long ago, in some fair land, / When a lover held her hand / In the dream that frees us all, / Soon or later, from its thrall -- / Be it either false or true, / We, at last, must tire, too.