The Listeners and Other Poems
Still seemed her gaze to rest

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From out beneath her fast-sealed lids,

Above her moving breast,

On Ann, as quite, quite still she stood;

Yet slumber lay so deep

Even her hands upon her lap

Seemed saturate with sleep.

And as Ann peeped, a cloudlike dread

Stole over her, and then,

On stealthy, mouselike feet she trod,

And tiptoed out again.

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[Pg 14]

THE KEYS OF MORNING

While at her bedroom window once,

Learning her task for school,

Little Louisa lonely sat

In the morning clear and cool,

She slanted her small bead-brown eyes


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