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V.r.i.--january 22, 1901 Post by :gpsmith12 Category :Poems Author :Laurence Alma-tadema Date :November 2011 Read :955

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V.r.i.--january 22, 1901

As, in a house where solemn-footed Death
Has trodden, all the little children stand
Before a silent door, with quickened breath,
Holding each other tightly by the hand--

So we, O Mother! at the keyless door
Stand gathered, heart-astir with nameless fears:
A strength has left the hour; the world before
Was warmer; and we face the day with tears.

(The end)
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: V.R.I.--January 22, 1901

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