@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...THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 1 by ALFRED TENNYSON FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 5 by GEORGE BARKER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 29 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |