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SAW children playing, dancing in a ring, Till a voice came calling, calling one away; With sad backward glances she went loitering, Hoping they would miss her and so cease to play.

Pettishly and pouting, “'Tis not time to sleep.” Sobbing and protesting, slowly she did go; But her merry comrades they all run and leap, Feeling not her absence, heeding not her woe.

So as I went chatting through the city's hum, With my old companions laughing on the way, Came a voice low calling, calling me to come To my lonely sleeping, leaving work and play.

With sad, mournful glances do I look to see If a heart should loving pause and turn aside From the happy circles and then come to me, Sighing, “Do not leave us—still with us abide.” [72]