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 And walked up Gloucester Street and coming home It was pitch dark at the railroad station they Jostled against her O excuse me excuse me And somebody said laughing she couldn’t hear Her throat pounded something she ran ran— What do you want? What do you want me to do? What can I do? Can I put roots into the earth? Can leaves grow out of me? Can I bear leaves Like the thorn, the lilac—

Why did you not come? Why did you let me go then if you knew?

They seemed to be waiting, The willow-trees by the wall,