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Rh And Mary, her sister, is married and gone

To a tea planter's lodge, in the plains, in Ceylon.

And Dorothy's sons have been killed out in France,

And May lost her man in the August advance,

And Em, the man jilted, and she lives all alone

In the house of this dance which seems burnt in my bone.

Margaret and Susan and Marian and Phyllis

With red lips laughing and the beauty of lilies

And the grace of wild swans and a wonder of bright hair,

Dancing among roses with petals in the air.

All, all are gone, and Hetty's little maid

Is so like her mother that it makes me afraid.

And Rosalind's son, whom I passed in the street,

Clinked on the pavement with the spurs on his feet.