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- HER PRAISE
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- SHE is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
- I have gone about the house, gone up and down
- As a man does who has published a new book,
- Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,
- And though I have turned the talk by hook or crook
- Until her praise should be the uppermost theme,
- A woman spoke of some new tale she had read,
- A man confusedly in a half dream
- As though some other name ran in his head.
- She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
- I will talk no more of books or the long war
- But walk by the dry thorn until I have found
- Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there
- Manage the talk until her name come round.
- If there be rags enough he will know her name
- And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days,
- Though she had young men's praise and old men's blame,
- Among the poor both old and young gave her praise.
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