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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

Anna Wickham1884–1947

Song

I WAS so chill, and overworn, and sad,

To be a lady was the only joy I had.

I walked the street as silent as a mouse,

Buying fine clothes, and fittings for the house.

But since I saw my love

I wear a simple dress,

And happily I move

Forgetting weariness.