<h3> <SPAN name="mystery"></SPAN> VILLAGE MYSTERY<br/> </h3>
<p class="poem">
The woman in the pointed hood<br/>
And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon's wing,<br/>
Whose orchard climbs to the balsam-wood,<br/>
Has done a cruel thing.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
To her back door-step came a ghost,<br/>
A girl who had been ten years dead,<br/>
She stood by the granite hitching-post<br/>
And begged for a piece of bread.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Now why should I, who walk alone,<br/>
Who am ironical and proud,<br/>
Turn, when a woman casts a stone<br/>
At a beggar in a shroud?<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
I saw the dead girl cringe and whine,<br/>
And cower in the weeping air--<br/>
But, oh, she was no kin of mine,<br/>
And so I did not care!<br/></p>
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