TRIFLES - Amy Levy Poems


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The massive gates of Circumstance
    Are turned upon the smallest hinge,
And thus some seeming pettiest chance
    Oft gives our life its after-tinge.

The trifles of our daily lives,
    The common things scarce worth recall,
Whereof no visible trace survives,
    These are the mainstrings, after all.