One of the Unfair Sex

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One of the Unfair Sex

She stood at the ticket-seller’s

Serenely removing her glove,

While hundreds of strugglers and yellers,

And some that were good at a shove,

Were clustered behind her like bats in

a cave and dissembling their love.

At night she still stood at that window

Endeavoring her money to reach;

The crowds in her rear, how they sinned⁠—O,

How dreadfully sinned in their speech!

Ten miles and a fraction extended their

line, the historians teach.

She stands there to-day⁠—legislation

Has failed to remove her. The trains

No longer pull up at that station;

And over the ghastly remains

Of the army that waited and died of old

age fall the snows and the rains.