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Scrubber

She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad

With flashes of the old fun's

There lowers the fixed and peevish

Bred of a past where troubles came apace.

She tells me that her husband, ere he died,

Saw seven of their children pass away,

And never knew the little lass at

Out on the green, in whom he's deified.

Her kin dispersed, her friends forgot and gone,

All simple faith her honest Irish mind,

Scolding her spoiled young saint, she labours on:

Telling her dreams, taking her patients' part,

Trailing her coat sometimes:  and you shall

No rougher, quainter speech, nor kinder heart.

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William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, writer, critic and editor in late Victorian England. Though he wrote …

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