Twenty by Stella Benson
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page 15 of 31 (48%)
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No, woman--woman--woman--
Must only play the game that pays. SECOND WOMAN Oh woman--woman--woman,-- To-morrow woman shall awake. She shall arise, and realise The goodly value of her stake. And she shall lend her loan, and claim Her rightful interest on the same. So woman--woman--woman-- Shall learn at last the paying game. THE WOMAN ALONE My eyes are girt with outer mists; My ears sing shrill, and this I bless; My finger-nails do bite my fists In ecstasy of loneliness. This I intend, and this I want, That--passing--you may only mark A dumb soul with its confidant |
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