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Tenderly, in those times, as though she fed
An ailing child-with sturdy propping u p
Of its small, feverish body in the bed, / And steadying of its hands about the cup-
She gave her husband of her body's strength, / Thinking of men, what helpless things they were, / Until he turned and fell asleep at length, / And stealthily stirred the night and spoke to her.
Familiar, at such moments, like a friend, / Whistled far off the long, mysterious train, / And she could see in her mind's vision plain
The magic World, where cities stood on end . . .
Remote from where she lay-and yet-between, / Save for something asleep beside her, only the window screen.