Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918.
32. The Lady Visitor in the Pauper Ward
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This painted peace of ours,
With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese,
With garish flowers?
Why do you churn smooth waters rough again,
Selfish old skin-and-bone?
Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain,
Leave us alone.