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LONELY her fate was, / Environed from sight / In the house where the gate was / Past finding at night. / None there to share it, / No one to tell: / Long she'd to bear it, / And bore it well.
Elsewhere just so she / Spent many a day; / Wishing to go she / Continued to stay. / And people without / Basked warm in the air, / But none sought her out, / Or knew she was there. / Even birthdays were passed so, / Sunny and shady: / Years did it last so / For this sad lady. / Never declaring it, / No one to tell, / Still she kept bearing it- / Bore it well.