Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

And though my soul, being tired of its pain,

Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;— —Christina Rossetti
Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;—
—Christina Rossetti

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