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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

10. The Song of the old Mother

I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow 
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; 
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep 
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep; 
And the young lie long and dream in their bed         5
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head, 
And their day goes over in idleness, 
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress: 
While I must work because I am old, 
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.  10



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