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From “Vermilion Seals”
ON the cord dead hangs our sister, | |
| She of the wondrous lily feet. | |
| They have blasted our fragrant flower— | |
| She shall curse them as is meet! | |
| Hold the broom in her dead hand— | 5 |
| Raise her up until she stand. | |
| Backward, forward, sweep the room! | |
| Wealth and happiness and long life | |
| Sweeps she with avenging broom | |
| From the house where she was wife. | 10 |
| Backward, forward, sweep the broom | |
| Sweeping doom, sweeping doom! | |
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| Now the gods will surely punish— | |
| Surely pity the young bride. | |
| She was like a willow blossom, | 15 |
| It was springtime when she died. | |
| Hold the broom in her dead hand— | |
| Raise her up until she stand! | |
| She was always flower-gay | |
| Till they broke her smiling heart. | 20 |
| In this house she would not stay— | |
| Take her up—let us depart. | |
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