William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922.
Miss Doane
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She rented third floor room
That opened on an airshaft full
Of cooking smells and gloom.
Well-known department store;
Cashiered in basement, hot and close,
For forty years or more.
A moment in the hall,
Before she went into her room
With low and tender call.
Repeat a childish prayer;
Or read some old, old fairy tale
Of Princess, grand and fair.
And spied, in little chair
A great wax doll, in dainty dress,
And curls of flaxen hair.
Miss Doane said, “I’m alone.
She comforts me. I wanted so
A child to call my own.”
A childish lullaby;
But once, and just before she died,
I heard her cry and cry!