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She stood at the ticket-seller's / Serenely removing her glove, / While hundreds of strugglers and yellers, / And some that were good at a shove, / Were clustered behind her like bats in / a cave and unwilling to speak their love.
At night she still stood at that window / Endeavoring her money to reach; / The crowds right and left, how they sinned -- O, / How dreadfully sinned in their speech! / Ten miles either way they extended / their lines, the historians teach.
She stands there to-day -- legislation / Has failed to remove her. The trains / No longer pull up at that station; / And over the ghastly remains / Of the army that waited and died of / old age fall the snows and the rains.