A Waif.
Do you know what it is to be vagrant born? A waif is only a waif. And so, For another idle hour I sit, In large content while the fire burns low. I gossip here to my crony heart Of the day just over, and count it one Of the royal elemental days, Though its dreams were few and its deeds were none. Outside, the winter; inside, the warmth And a sweet oblivion of turmoil. Why? All for a gentle girlish hand With its warm and lingering good-bye.
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