[To look across at Moira gives me pleasure]

To look across at Moira gives me pleasure.
She has a red tape measure.

Her dress is black and all the workroom’s dreary,
And I am weary.

But that’s like blood—like a thin blood stream trickling
Like a fire quickening.

It’s Revolution. Ohé, I take pleasure
In Moira’s red tape measure.

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