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“The Pawnshop Window”

I'll never pass the Pawnshop With its cluttered window pane, Bui I shall see you standing there Beside me in the ram.

Our breath made patches on the glass, Mist filmed our coats like dew, And von showed this and that to me, I that and this to you —

The tarnished rings, the dangling chains The silver plate embossed, The tray of medals bravely won, And still more bravely lost.'

Queer odds and ends of people’s lives In hopeless litter spread. The way my mind is full of all You ever did —or said. —Rachel Field, in her book of verse, “Fear is the Thorn.”

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Bibliographic details

Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 226, 20 June 1936, Page 18

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108

“The Pawnshop Window” Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 226, 20 June 1936, Page 18

“The Pawnshop Window” Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 226, 20 June 1936, Page 18