And Dora promised, being meek. S thought, It cannot be; my uncle's mind wi change!' And days went on, and there w born a boy To William; then distresses came him, And day by day he pass'd his father gate, Heart-broken, and his father help him not. But Dora stored what little she cou save, And sent it them by stealth, nor d they know Who sent it; till at last a fever seiz On William, and in harvest time died. Then Dora went to Mary. Ma sat And look'd with tears upon her bo and thought Consider, William, take a month to Hard things of Dora. Dora came a think, And came again together on the king With heated faces; till he laugh'd aloud, And, while the blackbird on the pippin hung To hear him, clapt his hand in mine and sang: 'O, who would fight and march and countermarch, Be shot for sixpence in a battle-field, 40 And shovell'd up into some bloody trench Where no one knows? but let me live my life. 'O, who would cast and balance at a desk, Perch'd like a crow upon a threelegg'd stool, Till all his juice is dried, and all his joints Are full of chalk ? but let me live my Came to the hammer here in Marchand this I set the words, and added names I knew: 60 fresh the meadows look Above the river, and, but a month as 'Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, sleep, and The whole hillside was redder thai dream of me : |