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 HEN we were children old Nurse used to say, The house was like an auction or a fair Until the lot of us were safe in bed. It has been quiet as the country-side Since Ted and Janey and then Mother died And Tom crossed Father and was sent away. After the lawsuit he could not hold up his head, Poor Father, and he does not care For people here, or to go anywhere.

To get away to Aunt's for that week-end Was hard enough; (since then, a year ago, He scarcely lets me slip out of his sight—) At first I did not like my cousin's friend, I did not think I should remember him: His voice has gone, his face is growing dim And if I like him now I do not know. He frightened me before he smiled— He did not ask me if he might— He said that he would come one Sunday night, He spoke to me as if I were a child.

No year has been like this that has just gone by; It may be that what Father says is true, If things are so it does not matter why: But everything has burned, and not quite through. The colours of the world have turned To flame, the blue, the gold has burned In what used to be such a leaden sky. When you are burned quite through you die. {{c|33}