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...AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |