ON THE BEACH.
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She sat in her gleaming robes With the two hard-shining globes Of her soul-less eyes, stare-fixed, And said: “It is mine to know How far he may come and go; Mine to make him dance and sing, His heart and his money fling Away. He is mine to take, And play with and bend and break; The better for him I think. We are put here to try each other. Is he strong? He will not sink.” The other woman pulled The thin shawl over her head. “If he is strong?” she murmured “If he is strong,” you said. “But are we strong?” It is ours To spare, to shield, to tend; It is his to be hurt and broken, To struggle and to fend. It is equal, therefore we suffer. (He suffers most, I think.) We are put here to help each other. Are we strong? He will not sink.”