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Above her task the long year through

She works with steady hands,

The while her heart is tired with dreams

Which no man understands.

For long and long ago she knew

Green trees and open sky,

Before the law condemned her days

To doom until she die.

And so she dreams in mystic peace,

Indifferent to the scene,

Because her heart retains and knows

The little stain of green.