Old Woman Gets Out of Bed
OLD woman, old woman, what are you doing ?
Nurse said you mustn't. Nurse said. . . Nurse said. . . And the law more awful than any delivered on Sinai
Stills•the vague dream that has stirred in the grey, old, pitiful
• head.
Lie quiet, Granny ; what are you saying ? The grey mask whimpers. Again, again, Craftily the poor feet, broken, on Time's cross crucified, Creep to the edge of the drab; dull counterpane.
Old woman, old woman, for pity's sake rest you Your hollow jaws' mumbling, your fingers' urge ; Life should -go out to meet Death with a trumpet's scarlet blowing, Not totter on yellow shanks to the grave's verge.
Old woman, old woman, where are you going ?
'You !mist stay tidy. You know what Nurse said.
But with one thin twitch of that dirty, grey garment, her body, She-has left it heaped-there, untidy ; -old woman is out of bed.
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