Fifteen long years I think it was that Jen And Jim had slaved to grub some kind of bare Existence from their starved, old farm out there; And Jen said, oh, she'd never cared, and men Were never made as good as Jim; but when Her sister wrote she'd like to try to share The hardships some, why, you knew Jen did care; She cried just like a tiny girl again. So Sue came, and was more outdoors with Jim Than in the house with Jen. Then one night, still And breathlessly, Jen died; and without hymn Or prayer, they took her out beyond the hill To some lone, nameless grave across the creek; And Sue and Jim were married the next week. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |