Question

B Reading
The Cry of Children
"For oh," say the children, "we are weary
And we cannot run or leap:
If we cared for any meadows, it were merely
To drop down in them and sleep.
Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping,
We fall upon our faces, trying to go;
And underneath our heavy eyelids drooping
The reddest flower would look as pale as snow.
For, all day, we drag our burden tiring
Through the coal - dark, underground;
Or, all day we drive the wheels or iron
In the factories, round and round."
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning​

Answer 1

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