And yet it stays so doleful there,

—For all the People going by,—

And breathing frosty on the air,

Like something trying not to cry.

—It Isn't something I was Told!—

I know it's small and scared and thin.—

It's like when both your hands are cold,

And Pockets you can't put them in!

—Like something happened long ago;

—Like feeling Homesick,—yes, and Shy;

Like being Sorry,—when you know

You won't remember, by and by.

[Pg 24]

The Play's the Thing

 never dared to look away

While they were tuning so,

For fear the Curtain might go up,

—And I not see it go!—

Then all at once, it all went Dark;—

To make you hold your breath and hark,

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