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 ONE and alone she lies,
 * Poor Miss 7,

Five steep flights from the earth,
 * And one from heaven;

Dark hair and dark brown eyes,— Not to be sad she tries, Still—still it's lonely lies
 * Poor Miss 7.

One day-long watch hath she,
 * Poor Miss 7,

Not in some orchard sweet
 * In April Devon,—

Just four blank walls to see, And dark come shadowily, No moon, no stars, ah me!
 * Poor Miss 7.

And then to wake again.
 * Poor Miss 7,

To the cold night, to have
 * Sour physic given;

Out of some dream of pain, Then strive long hours in vain