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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 heHad 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!'"
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