BEATRIX IS THREE - William Ernest Henley Poems

 
 

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BEATRIX IS THREE
At the top of the stairs
I as for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.

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