< Littell's Living Age < Volume 134 < Issue 1726

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THISBE.
1.

She lives in the smoky city,
⁠Low down by the railway line;
But she asks for no man’s pity,
⁠Nor cares for verse of mine.

2.

She’s moving hither and thither,
⁠And often her work is hard;
But sometimes in fine weather
⁠She rests a bit in the yard.

3.

With the empty pail behind her,
⁠She leans her arms on the wall,
And hopes that there he’ll find her,
⁠Her lover, strong and tall.

4.

Up in the air above her,
⁠The great trains outward go;
And many a lass and her lover
⁠May journey to Jericho.

5.

But when he stoops from his doorway,
⁠And leans his arms on the wall,
The world would be in a poor way
⁠If that were not best of all.

⁠Blackwood's Magazine.J. R. S.

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