One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice-though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles"Mend my life!"Each voice criedBut you didn't stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundation-though the melancholyWas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a ...
