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Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913 (1913), PDF p. 128
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H .
O. Meredith .
It
couldn 't last : I
loved
the
girl
And madly
she
loved me
We hardly
heard
the
current swirl
That bore
us
out
to
sea .
Eight bouncing
children
tumbled
in ,
And though we
overlaid
One, and
another
died
of
gin ,
Too
many
with
us
stayed .
I' ve
often
thought that it
would
beat
The man who
tried
to tell
(Even
if he
had
felt ) the heat
And
hungriness of hell :
But even
in hell
there
is no
pain
Such
as
is known
on
earth ,
To
parents who
a
child
have
slain
Before
or after birth .
The
devil
doesn 't know
the cramp
That
settles
round
the heart,
When
yesterday
was
a hopeless
tramp
For
work , and
it's time
to
start ;
In morning
fog,
or morning
sun ,
You
wake
the
silent
street ,
And
a crust
of
bread
or
stony
bun
Is
all
you
have
to
eat
.
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