@3"It is cruel for a woman with her man gone, An' the younguns allas hungry, an' winter comin' on@1. I thought the feud was ended last Christmas day, When Darrell sent the preacher to the Galloways to say Tha he could come and get him, if they had a mind. He was done with rifle-totin' for his fellow-kind. An' a year gone by, with everything @3that@1 still; An' never once a Galloway on our side the hill. Oh, I was glad this mornin' when Dal hollered up to me To send the younguns runnin' to help him fetch a tree. 'There's a fine young balsam by the wood-house shed, An' we'll have it in for Christmas, like we used to do,' he said. I watched him drop the salpin' with a single stroke; An' the snow all whirlin' round him like a shinin' smoke, While the younguns tumbled, and laughed, and sang: Then someone shouted sudden -- an' a rifle rang. Now the folks are gatherin' to bring him from the shed; An' I got to stop denyin' that my man is dead. @3Oh it's cruel for a woman with her man gone, An' the younguns allas hungry, an' winter comin' on."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS STANZAS IN THE MEMORY OF EDWARD QUILLINAN, ESQ. by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE LOVER'S VIGIL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VALUES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |