She sits in the dust at the walls br And makes cigars, br Bending at the bench br With fingers wage-anxious, br Changing her sweat for the day's pay. br br Now the noon hour has come, br And she leans with her bare arms br On the window-sill over the river, br Leans and feels at her throat br Cool-moving things out of the free open ways: br br At her throat and eyes and nostrils br The touch and the blowing cool br Of great free ways beyond the walls.