Year: 1875

by BAYARD TAYLOR.
There's mist on the meadow below; the herring


frogs chirp and cry;
Its chill when the is down, and the sod is moi


yet dry;
The world is lonely place, II seems, and DOM


know why.
see, g. lean on the fence, how wearily trudges


Dan;
With the feel o. the Spring in his bones like weak
I've had it many time. but we must work when we


can.
Day after day to toll, and ever from sun 10 sun,
Though up TO the seasons front, and nothing be


left undone,
Is ending at twelve like clock, and beginning again


at one.
The frogs make a sorrowful noise, and yet it's the


time they mate;
There's something comes with the Spring, q light


else weight;
There's something comes with the Spring, and il


seems to me it's fate.
It's the hankering after life that you never have


learned to know;
It's the discontent with life that is always thus


and SO
It's the wondering what we are, and where we are


going to go.
My life is lucky enough, fancy, to most mems


eyes,
For the more a family grows, the oftener one
dies,
And it's now run on so long, it couldn't be other
WISE
And Sister Jane and myself we have learned to
claim and yield
She rules in the house at WILL and in the barn and
field
SO, nigh upon thirty years AS If written and
signed and sealed.
couldn't change if would; I've lost the how and
the when;
One day my time will be up, and Jane be the mis-
tress then,
For single women are tough and live down the sim
gle men.
She kept me so to herself, she was always the
stronger hand,
And my lot showed we'll enough when / looked
around in the land;
But I'm tired ana sore at heart, and l don't quite
understand.
] wonder how it had been if I'd taken what others
need,
The plague, they say, of wife, the care of young
er breed?
If Edith Pleasanton now were with me ith
Reed?
suppose that son well grown were there in the
place of Dan,
And felt myself in him. as I was when my work
began?
/ should feel no older, sure, and certainly more
man
daughter, beside, in the house nay, let there be
two or three!
We never can overdo the luck that can never be,
And what has come to the most might also have
come TO me.
I've thought, when neghbor's wife his child
was carried away,
That to have loss was a gain but now, l can
hardly say;
He seems to possess them still, under the ridges of
clay.
And share and share in life is somehow, differ
ent thing
From property held by deed and the riches that oft
take wing;
feel so close in the breast IL think it must be the
Spring.
I'm drying up like brook when the woods have
been cleared around;
You're sure it must always run. you used to the
But it shrinks till there's only left stony rut in the
ground.
There's nothing to do but take the days as they
come AMI CO.
And not to worry with thoughts that nobody likes
For people 20 seldom talk of the things they want
to know.
There's times when the way is plain, and everything
nearly right,
And then, of sudden, you stand like a man with a
clouded sight;
bush often beast, in the dusk OF the fall
ing night.
must move; my joints are stiff the weather is
breeding rain,
And Dan is hurrying on with his plow-team up the
lane.


go to the village store; I'd rather not talk with