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Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856–1935)

NO days that dawn can match for her

The days before her house was bare;

Sweet was the whole year with the stir

Of young feet on the stair.

Once was she wealthy with small cares,

And small hands clinging to her knees;

Now she is poor, and, weeping, bears

Her strange new hours of ease.