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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.

And so he lolled; she mended, darned,
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.

'And night came with the supper; wash
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.

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!'"

The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson

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