| Stranger at the Party... Robert Graves... |
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For annoyance, not shame, Under their covert stares She would not give her name Nor demand theirs. |
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Soon everyone at the party, Who knew everyone, Eyed her with plain envy For knowing none- |
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Such neighborly mistrust Breathed across the floor, Such familiar disgust With what they were and wore- |
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Until, as she was leaving, Her time out-stayed, They tried to say they loved her; But pride forebade. |
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