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   Oh, straight, white road that runs to meet,
            Across green fields, the blue green sea,
   You knew the little weary feet
            Of my child bride that was to be!

   Her people brought her from the shore
            One golden day in sultry June,
   And I stood, waiting, at the door,
            Praying my eyes might see her soon.

   With eager arms, wide open thrown,
            Now never to be satisfied!
   Ere I could make my love my own
            She closed her amber eyes and died.

   Alas! alas! they took no heed
            How frail she was, my little one,
   But brought her here with cruel speed
            Beneath the fierce, relentless sun.

   We laid her on the marriage bed
            The bridal flowers in her hand,
   A maiden from the ocean led
            Only, alas! to die inland.

   I walk alone; the air is sweet,
            The white road wanders to the sea,
   I dream of those two little feet
            That grew so tired in reaching me.

Poem by Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
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