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And then he'd go to sleep and snore,
Sprawled in the rocking chair;
The light shone on his long, gray beard
And bristling, grizzly hair.
Sprawled in the rocking chair;
The light shone on his long, gray beard
And bristling, grizzly hair.
And so he lolled; she mended, darned,
The while she scarce could see;
The song beat time within her head
That ached unceasingly.
The while she scarce could see;
The song beat time within her head
That ached unceasingly.
A day came harder than the rest;
He snarled at her and raved,
And of the nagging words he knew
There was no word he saved.
He snarled at her and raved,
And of the nagging words he knew
There was no word he saved.
'And night came with the supper; wash
Of dishes in the sink;
And afterwards his snores; her song;
She ceased to try to think.
Of dishes in the sink;
And afterwards his snores; her song;
She ceased to try to think.
The Hired Man Speaks:
"I found him crooked upon the floor;
The ax was sharp, for he
Had sharpened it that day an' whet
It sharp as it could be.
The ax was sharp, for he
Had sharpened it that day an' whet
It sharp as it could be.
She didn't notice me; she sat
As white's a sheet, but cool,
An' hummed a song: the words wan't much,
Jest, 'Mooncalf, dolt an' fool!'"
As white's a sheet, but cool,
An' hummed a song: the words wan't much,
Jest, 'Mooncalf, dolt an' fool!'"
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson
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