Down the stone stairs
Girls with their large eyes wide with tragedy
Lift looks of shocked and momentous emotion up at me.
And I smile.

Stepping like birds with their bright and pointed feet
Peer anxiously forth, as if for a boat to carry them out of the

And among the wreck of the theatre crowd
I stand and smile.
They take tragedy so becomingly;
Wich pleases me.

But when I meet the weary eyes
The reddened, aching eyes  of the bar-man with thin arms,
I am glad to go back to where I came from.

D. H. Lawrence
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