Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Finality

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FINALITY
The farm was lonely, set so far Back from the town;If neighbors came, he'd rant and rave If they sat down.
And when they went he forced upon Her hateful thought,And nagged; made ugly use of words With meaning fraught.
Her back was bent with work she'd done Beyond her strength;For he planned more than she could do In each day's length.
The days seemed all alike to her Until, one day,She found a blue bird, maimed in wing, So bright and gay
She loved it, cared for it, and soon The bird loved her;When he came, she would hide it and It would not stir.
One noon he came and caught her with The bird in play;He killed it right before her in A fearful way.
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A neighbor came, to ask about A plough, that night;He never could forget that strange And awful sight.
She'd used the kitchen knife on him And he was dead;She sat, a bruised and battered thing From feet to head,
And hummed a little song, or spoke A tender word,And tried to make blue feathers stay Upon a bird!
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson

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