Cecily
Cale Young Rice
1872 to 1943
She had a laugh
That took Joy by the hand
And made it dance tip-toe.
And her eyes danced
Till laughter out of Grief
Would overflow.
Wild as a spot of sun
Upon a windy day
Her heart was, .
Ever at play!
Was, did I say?
Well .
In a padded cell,
Three hundred sixty three,
She picks the sunbeams now
From off her knee,
And flings them from her and cries,
'Vile—they're vile!'
Cale Young Rice's Cecily
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