  ROOM for the children out of doors, For heads of gold or gloom; For raspberry lips and rose-leaf cheeks and palms, Make room—make room! Room for the springtime out of doors, For buds in green or bloom; For every brown bare-handed country weed Make room—make room! Room for earth’s sweetest out of doors, And for its worst a tomb; For housed-up griefs and fears, and scorns, and sighs, No room—no room! |
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