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She, I, And They

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I was sitting,         She was knitting,     And the portraits of our fore-folk hung around;      When there struck on us a sigh;      "Ah - what is that?" said I:     "Was it not you?" said she. "A sigh did sound."         I had not breathed it,         Nor the night-wind heaved it,     And how it came to us we could not guess;      And we looked up at each face      Framed and glazed there in its place,     Still hearkening; but thenceforth was silentness.         Half in dreaming,         "Then its meaning,"     Said we, "must be surely this; that they repine      That we should be the last      Of stocks once unsurpassed,     And unable to keep up their sturdy line."     1916.

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