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RUDYARD KIPLING
FOOL there was and he made his prayer
(Exen as you and 1)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair-
(Wecalled her the woman who did not care)
But the fool he called her his lady fair-
(Even as you andl)
Oh, the years we wate and the tears we waste
And the work of our head and hand
Belong to the woman who did not know-
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not anderstand.
A fool there was and his goods he spent
(Even as you and L)
Honor and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant)
But a fool must follow his aatural bent
(Even as you and 1.)
Oh, the toil we lost and the spoil we lot--
And the excellent things we planned
Belong to the woman who didn't kaow why-
(And now we kaow she never knew why)
And dird not understand.
The fool was tripped to his foolish hide-
(Even as you and 1.)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside
(But it isn t on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the mot of him died--
(Even as you and 1)
But it isn't the shame, and it isn't the blame
That sting like a white hot brand-
l's coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing at last she coild never know why)
And could never understand.
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