479 br br She dealt her pretty words like Blades— br How glittering they shone— br And every One unbared a Nerve br Or wantoned with a Bone— br br She never deemed—she hurt— br That—is not Steel's Affair— br A vulgar grimace in the Flesh— br How ill the Creatures bear— br br To Ache is human—not polite— br The Film upon the eye br Mortality's old Custom— br Just locking up—to Die.