I heard an old farm-wife, Selling some barley, Mingle her life with life And the name "Charley". Saying, "The crop's all in, We're about through now; Long nights will soon begin, We're just us two now. Twelve bushels at sixty cents, It's all I carried -- He sickened making fence; He was to be married -- It feels like frost was near -- His hair was curly. The spring was late that year, But the harvest early." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |