Three grey women walk with me
Fate and Grief and Memory.
My fate brought grief; my grief must be
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When I was girl by Nilus stream
I watched the deserts stars arise;
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Still as
On windless nights
The moon-cast shadows are,
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Meet thou the event
And terrible happening of
Thine end: for thou are come
Upon the remote, cold place ...
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Well and
If day on day
Follows and weary year
On year . . . and ever days and years . . .
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Pierrot is dying:
Tiptoe in,
Finger touched to lip,
Harlequin,
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