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Rh II.

She shut her five years up within the house.

And towards the noon she lifted up her eyes,

Looked to the gentle hills with a stirred heart,

Moved with the mystery of unknown places

Near to a long-known home; smiled, as she could,

A difficult smile that hurt half of her mouth,

Until she passed the streets and all sharp looks.

"Sharp looks, and since I was a child, sharp looks!

These know not, certainly, who scan me so,

That not a girl of all their brightest girls

Has such an eager heart for smiles as I.

It is no doubt the fault of my cold face

And reticent eyes that never make appeal,

Or plead for the small pale bewildered soul.

If they but knew what a poor child I am!

—Oh, born of all the past, what a poor child!

I could waste golden days and showers of words,

And laugh for nothing, and read my poets again,

And tend a voice I had, songless for ever;—