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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 care—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!