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Outcasts all, from her guarded wall Back to our watch we creep: We—pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us! OUTCASTS ALL FROM HER GUARDED WALL BACK TO OUR WATCH WE CREEP WE PITEOUS ARE PITEOUS WE WAKEFUL O PITEOUS
roses to finish his pipe. A prelude ended, and there floated out a voice of the kind that in his childhood he used to call “creamy” a full, true contralto; and this is the song that he heard, every syllable of it: Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams, Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams— Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep? But we—pity us!Oh, pity us! We wakeful; ah, pity us!— We must go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Sleep! Weary they turn from the scroll and crown, Fetter and prayer and plough They that go up to the Merciful Town, For her gates are closing now. It is their right in the Baths of Night Body and soul to steep But we—pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us!— We must go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Sleep! Over the edge of the purple down, Ere the tender dreams begin, Look—we may look—at the Merciful Town, But we may not enter in! LIGHT AND HE TURNED DOWN THROUGH THE ROSES TO FINISH HIS PIPE A PRELUDE ENDED AND THERE FLOATED OUT A VOICE OF THE KIND THAT IN HIS CHILDHOOD HE USED TO CALL CREAMY A FULL TRUE CONTRALTO AND THIS WAS THE SONG THAT HE HEARD EVERY SYLLABLE OF IT OVER THE EDGE OF THE PURPLE DOWN WHERE THE SINGLE LAMPLIGHT GLEAMS KNOW YE THE ROAD TO THE MERCIFUL TOWN THAT IS HARD BY THE SEA OF DREAMS WHERE THE POOR MAY LAY THEIR WRONGS AWAY AND THE SICK MAY FORGET TO WEEP BUT WE PITEOUS O PITEOUS WE WAKEFUL ARE PITEOUS WE MUST GO BACK WITH POLICEMAN DAY BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP WEARY THEY TURN FROM THE SCROLL AND CROWN FETTER AND PRAYER AND PLOUGH THEY THAT GO UP TO THE MERCIFUL TOWN FOR HER GATES ARE CLOSING NOW IT IS THE RIGHT IN THE BATHS OF NIGHT BODY AND SOUL TO STEEP BUT WE PITEOUS ARE PITEOUS WE WAKEFUL OR PITEOUS WE MUST GO BACK WITH POLICEMAN DAY BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP OVER THE EDGE OF THE PURPLE DOWN ERE THE TENDER DREAMS BEGIN LOOK WE MAY LOOK AT THE MERCIFUL TOWN BUT WE MAY NOT ENTER IN
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