In the green white-washed room
The light green darker turns in the dim light
Of the dim lightning bulb.
My unhappiness can only increase
In that dim dreariness:
Therefore let them marry.
I am resigned.
I am confined to unhappiness
More than a crippled inmate.
And the dreariness blows
Hoary and cold and frosty in my soul
Like a desired catarrh.
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