Afterward
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Now that your hopes are shamed, you stand At last believing and resigned, And none of us who touch your hand Know how to give you back in kind The words you flung when hopes were proud: Being born to happiness Above the asking of the crowd, You would not take a finger less. We who know limits now give room To one who grows to fit her doom
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- Adrienne Rich