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Troubled About Many Things.

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How many times these low feet staggered,     Only the soldered mouth can tell;     Try! can you stir the awful rivet?     Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?     Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,     Lift, if you can, the listless hair;     Handle the adamantine fingers     Never a thimble more shall wear.     Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window;     Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane;     Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling --     Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!

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