No more than this: a sandal string.
Some little child of Egypt wore
The sandal, and has left — a string ...
No more.
Yet fingers tied it when it tore
With too much dizzy frolicking
Of warm brown feet across the floor.
And when death came in like a king
Silently through the bolted door
Some mother kept a sandal string ...
Some little child of Egypt wore
The sandal, and has left — a string ...
No more.
Yet fingers tied it when it tore
With too much dizzy frolicking
Of warm brown feet across the floor.
And when death came in like a king
Silently through the bolted door
Some mother kept a sandal string ...
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