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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it -under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this -eBook or online at http://www.gutenberg.org/license. - - - -Title: The Widow in the Bye Street -Author: John Masefield -Release Date: November 23, 2012 [EBook #41468] -Language: English -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WIDOW IN THE BYE STREET -*** - - - - -Produced by Al Haines. - - - - -[Illustration: Cover] - - - - - THE WIDOW IN THE - BYE STREET - - - BY - JOHN MASEFIELD - - - - LONDON - SIDGWICK & JACKSON LTD. - 3 ADAM STREET, ADELPHI - MCMXII - - - - - _Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A._ - _All rights reserved_ - - - - _Second Thousand_ - - - - - TO - MY WIFE - - - - - I - - -Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town, -There lived a widow with her only son: -She had no wealth nor title to renown, -Nor any joyous hours, never one. -She rose from ragged mattress before sun -And stitched all day until her eyes were red, -And had to stitch, because her man was dead. - -Sometimes she fell asleep, she stitched so hard, -Letting the linen fall upon the floor; -And hungry cats would steal in from the yard, -And mangy chickens pecked about the door -Craning their necks so ragged and so sore -To search the room for bread-crumbs, or for mouse, -But they got nothing in the widow's house. - -Mostly she made her bread by hemming shrouds -For one rich undertaker in the High Street, -Who used to pray that folks might die in crowds -And that their friends might pay to let them lie sweet; -And when one died the widow in the Bye Street -Stitched night and day to give the worm his dole. -The dead were better dressed than that poor soul. - -Her little son was all her life's delight, -For in his little features she could find -A glimpse of that dead husband out of sight, -Where out of sight is never out of mind. -And so she stitched till she was nearly blind, -Or till the tallow candle end was done, -To get a living for her little son. - -Her love for him being such she would not rest, -It was a want which ate her out and in, -Another hunger in her withered breast -Pressing her woman's bones against the skin. -To make him plump she starved her body thin. -And he, he ate the food, and never knew, -He laughed and played as little children do. - -When there was little sickness in the place -She took what God would send, and what God sent -Never brought any colour to her face -Nor life into her footsteps when she went -Going, she trembled always withered and bent -For all went to her son, always the same, -He was first served whatever blessing came. - -Sometimes she wandered out to gather sticks, -For it was bitter cold there when it snowed. -And she stole hay out of the farmer's ricks -For bands to wrap her feet in while she sewed, -And when her feet were warm and the grate glowed -She hugged her little son, her heart's desire, -With 'Jimmy, ain't it snug beside the fire?' - -So years went on till Jimmy was a lad -And went to work as poor lads have to do, -And then the widow's loving heart was glad -To know that all the pains she had gone through -And all the years of putting on the screw, -Down to the sharpest turn a mortal can, -Had borne their fruit, and made her child a man. - -He got a job at working on the line -Tipping the earth down, trolly after truck, -From daylight till the evening, wet or fine, -With arms all red from wallowing in the muck, -And spitting, as the trolly tipped, for luck, -And singing 'Binger' as he swung the pick -Because the red blood ran in him so quick. - -So there was bacon then, at night, for supper -In Bye Street there, where he and mother stay; -And boots they had, not leaky in the upper, -And room rent ready on the settling day; -And beer for poor old mother, worn and grey, -And fire in frost; and in the widow's eyes -It seemed the Lord had made earth paradise. - -And there they sat of evenings after dark -Singing their song of 'Binger,' he and she, -Her poor old cackle made the mongrels bark -And 'You sing Binger, mother,' carols he; -'By crimes, but that's a good song, that her be': -And then they slept there in the room they shared, -And all the time fate had his end prepared. - -One thing alone made life not perfect sweet: -The mother's daily fear of what would come -When woman and her lovely boy should meet, -When the new wife would break up the old home. -Fear of that unborn evil struck her dumb, -And when her darling and a woman met, -She shook and prayed, 'Not her, O God; not yet.' - -'Not yet, dear God, my Jimmy go from me.' -Then she would subtly question with her son. -'Not very handsome, I don't think her be?' -'God help the man who marries such an one.' -Her red eyes peered to spy the mischief done. -She took great care to keep the girls away, -And all her trouble made him easier prey. - -There was a woman out at Plaister's End, -Light of her body, fifty to the pound, -A copper coin for any man to spend, -Lovely to look on when the wits were drowned. -Her husband's skeleton was never found, -It lay among the rocks at Glydyr Mor -Where he drank poison finding her a whore. - -She was not native there, for she belonged -Out Milford way, or Swansea; no one knew. -She had the piteous look of someone wronged, -'Anna,' her name, a widow, last of Triw. -She had lived at Plaister's End a year or two; -At Callow's cottage, renting half an acre; -She was a hen-wife and a perfume-maker. - -Secret she was; she lived in reputation; -But secret unseen threads went floating out: -Her smile, her voice, her face, were all temptation, -All subtle flies to trouble man the trout; -Man to entice, entrap, entangle, flout... -To take and spoil, and then to cast aside: -Gain without giving was the craft she plied. - -And she complained, poor lonely widowed soul, -How no one cared, and men were rutters all; -While true love is an ever-burning goal -Burning the brighter as the shadows fall. -And all love's dogs went hunting at the call, -Married or not she took them by the brain, -Sucked at their hearts and tossed them back again. - -Like the straw fires lit on Saint John's Eve, -She burned and dwindled in her fickle heart; -For if she wept when Harry took his leave, -Her tears were lures to beckon Bob to start. -And if, while loving Bob, a tinker's cart -Came by, she opened window with a smile -And gave the tinker hints to wait a while. - -She passed for pure; but, years before, in Wales, -Living at Mountain Ash with different men, -Her less discretion had inspired tales -Of certain things she did, and how, and when. -Those seven years of youth; we are frantic then. -She had been frantic in her years of youth, -The tales were not more evil than the truth. - -She had two children as the fruits of trade -Though she drank bitter herbs to kill the curse, -Both of them sons, and one she overlaid, -The other one the parish had to nurse. -Now she grew plump with money in her purse, -Passing for pure a hundred miles, I guess, -From where her little son wore workhouse dress. - -There with the Union boys he came and went, -A parish bastard fed on bread and tea, -Wearing a bright tin badge in furthest Gwent, -And no one knowing who his folk could be. -His mother never knew his new name: she,-- -She touched the lust of those who served her turn, -And chief among her men was Shepherd Ern. - -A moody, treacherous man of bawdy mind, -Married to that mild girl from Ercall Hill, -Whose gentle goodness made him more inclined -To hotter sauces sharper on the bill. -The new lust gives the lecher the new thrill, -The new wine scratches as it slips the throat, -The new flag is so bright by the old boat. - -Ern was her man to buy her bread and meat, -Half of his weekly wage was hers to spend, -She used to mock 'How is your wife, my sweet?' -Or wail, 'O, Ernie, how is this to end?' -Or coo, 'My Ernie is without a friend, -She cannot understand my precious life,' -And Ernie would go home and beat his wife. - -So the four souls are ranged, the chess-board set, -The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate -Brought it to come to being that they met -After so many years of lying in wait. -While we least think it he prepares his Mate. -Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases -Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces. - - - - - II - - -October Fair-time is the time for fun, -For all the street is hurdled into rows -Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun, -And Lemster sheep which pant and seem to doze, -And stalls of hardbake and galanty shows, -And cheapjacks smashing crocks, and trumpets blowing, -And the loud organ of the horses going. - -There you can buy blue ribbons for your girl -Or take her in a swing-boat tossing high, -Or hold her fast when all the horses whirl -Round to the steam pipe whanging at the sky, -Or stand her cockshies at the cocoa-shy, -Or buy her brooches with her name in red, -Or Queen Victoria done in gingerbread. - -Then there are rifle shots at tossing balls, -'And if you hit you get a good cigar.' -And strength-whackers for lads to lamm with mauls, -And Cheshire cheeses on a greasy spar. -The country folk flock in from near and far, -Women and men, like blow-flies to the roast, -All love the fair; but Anna loved it most. - -Anna was all agog to see the fair; -She made Ern promise to be there to meet her, -To arm her round to all the pleasures there, -And buy her ribbons for her neck, and treat her, -So that no woman at the fair should beat her -In having pleasure at a man's expense. -She planned to meet him at the chapel fence. - -So Ernie went; and Jimmy took his mother, -Dressed in her finest with a Monmouth shawl, -And there was such a crowd she thought she'd smother, -And O, she loved a pep'mint above all. -Clash go the crockeries where the cheapjacks bawl, -Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum, -And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come. - -He hunted for her up and down the place, -Raging and snapping like a working brew. -'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face, -And when I've done for him I'll go for you.' -He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do -For his poor little children back at home -Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.' - -Not finding her, he went into an inn, -Busy with ringing till and scratching matches. -Where thirsty drovers mingled stout with gin -And three or four Welsh herds were singing catches. -The swing-doors clattered, letting in in snatches -The noises of the fair, now low, now loud. -Ern called for beer and glowered at the crowd. - -While he was glowering at his drinking there -In came the gipsy Bessie, hawking toys; -A bold-eyed strapping harlot with black hair, -One of the tribe which camped at Shepherd's Bois. -She lured him out of inn into the noise -Of the steam-organ where the horses spun, -And so the end of all things was begun. - -Newness in lust, always the old in love. -'Put up your toys,' he said, 'and come along, -We'll have a turn of swing-boats up above, -And see the murder when they strike the gong.' -'Don't 'ee,' she giggled. 'My, but ain't you strong. -And where's your proper girl? You don't know me.' -'I do.' 'You don't.' 'Why, then, I will,' said he. - -Anna was late because the cart which drove her -Called for her late (the horse had broke a trace), -She was all dressed and scented for her lover, -Her bright blue blouse had imitation lace, -The paint was red as roses on her face, -She hummed a song, because she thought to see -How envious all the other girls would be. - -When she arrived and found her Ernie gone, -Her bitter heart thought, 'This is how it is. -Keeping me waiting while the sports are on: -Promising faithful, too, and then to miss. -O, Ernie, won't I give it you for this.' -And looking up she saw a couple cling, -Ern with his arm round Bessie in the swing. - -Ern caught her eye and spat, and cut her dead, -Bessie laughed hardly, in the gipsy way. -Anna, though blind with fury, tossed her head, -Biting her lips until the red was grey, -For bitter moments given, bitter pay, -The time for payment comes, early or late, -No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate. - -She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths -What Ern should suffer if he turned agen, -And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes -Within a little ring of farming men. -'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.' -His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle, -To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle. - -Then the ram butted and the game began, -Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted. -The good old wrestling game of Ram and Man, -At which none knows the hunter from the hunted. -'Come and see Jimmy have his belly bunted.' -'Good tup. Good Jim. Good Jimmy. Sick him, Rover, -By dang, but Jimmy's got him fairly over.' - -Then there was clap of hands and Jimmy grinned -And took five silver shillings from his backers, -And said th'old tup had put him out of wind -Or else he'd take all comers at the Whackers. -And some made rude remarks of rams and knackers, -And mother shook to get her son alone, -So's to be sure he hadn't broke a bone. - -None but the lucky man deserves the fair, -For lucky men have money and success, -Things that a whore is very glad to share, -Or dip, at least, a finger in the mess. -Anne, with her raddled cheeks and Sunday dress, -Smiled upon Jimmy, seeing him succeed, -As though to say, 'You are a man, indeed.' - -All the great things of life are swiftly done, -Creation, death, and love the double gate. -However much we dawdle in the sun -We have to hurry at the touch of Fate; -When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, -When Death makes his arrest we have to go. -And so with love, and Jimmy found it so. - -Love, the sharp spear, went pricking to the bone, -In that one look, desire and bitter aching, -Longing to have that woman all alone -For her dear beauty's sake all else forsaking; -And sudden agony that set him shaking -Lest she, whose beauty made his heart's blood cruddle, -Should be another man's to kiss and cuddle. - -She was beside him when he left the ring, -Her soft dress brushed against him as he passed her; -He thought her penny scent a sweeter thing -Than precious ointment out of alabaster; -Love, the mild servant, makes a drunken master. -She smiled, half sadly, out of thoughtful eyes, -And all the strong young man was easy prize. - -She spoke, to take him, seeing him a sheep, -'How beautiful you wrastled with the ram, -It made me all go tremble just to peep, -I am that fond of wrastling, that I am. -Why, here's your mother, too. Good-evening, ma'am. -I was just telling Jim how well he done, -How proud you must be of so fine a son.' - -Old mother blinked, while Jimmy hardly knew -Whether he knew the woman there or not; -But well he knew, if not, he wanted to, -Joy of her beauty ran in him so hot, -Old trembling mother by him was forgot, -While Anna searched the mother's face, to know -Whether she took her for a whore or no. - -The woman's maxim, 'Win the woman first,' -Made her be gracious to the withered thing. -'This being in crowds do give one such a thirst, -I wonder if they've tea going at "The King"? -My throat's that dry my very tongue do cling, -Perhaps you'd take my arm, we'd wander up -(If you'd agree) and try and get a cup. - -Come, ma'am, a cup of tea would do you good; -There's nothing like a nice hot cup of tea -After the crowd and all the time you've stood; -And "The King's" strict, it isn't like "The Key," -Now, take my arm, my dear, and lean on me.' -And Jimmy's mother, being nearly blind, -Took Anna's arm, and only thought her kind. - -So off they set, with Anna talking to her, -How nice the tea would be after the crowd, -And mother thinking half the time she knew her, -And Jimmy's heart's blood ticking quick and loud, -And Death beside him knitting at his shroud, -And all the High Street babbling with the fair, -And white October clouds in the blue air. - -So tea was made, and down they sat to drink; -O the pale beauty sitting at the board! -There is more death in women than we think, -There is much danger in the soul adored, -The white hands bring the poison and the cord; -Death has a lodge in lips as red as cherries, -Death has a mansion in the yew-tree berries. - -They sat there talking after tea was done, -And Jimmy blushed at Anna's sparkling looks, -And Anna flattered mother on her son, -Catching both fishes on her subtle hooks. -With twilight, tea and talk in ingle-nooks, -And music coming up from the dim street, -Mother had never known a fair so sweet. - -Now cow-bells clink, for milking-time is come, -The drovers stack the hurdles into carts, -New masters drive the straying cattle home, -Many a young calf from his mother parts, -Hogs straggle back to sty by fits and starts; -The farmers take a last glass at the inns, -And now the frolic of the fair begins. - -All of the side shows of the fair are lighted, -Flares and bright lights, and brassy cymbals clanging, -'Beginning now' and 'Everyone's invited,' -Shatter the pauses of the organ's whanging, -The Oldest Show on Earth and the Last Hanging, -'The Murder in the Red Barn,' with real blood, -The rifles crack, the Sally shy-sticks thud. - -Anna walked slowly homewards with her prey, -Holding old tottering mother's weight upon her, -And pouring in sweet poison on the way -Of 'Such a pleasure, ma'am, and such an honour,' -And 'One's so safe with such a son to con her -Through all the noises and through all the press, -Boys daredn't squirt tormenters on her dress.' - -At mother's door they stop to say 'Good-night.' -And mother must go in to set the table. -Anna pretended that she felt a fright -To go alone through all the merry babel: -'My friends are waiting at "The Cain and Abel," -Just down the other side of Market Square, -It'd be a mercy if you'd set me there.' - -So Jimmy came, while mother went inside; -Anna has got her victim in her clutch. -Jimmy, all blushing, glad to be her guide, -Thrilled by her scent, and trembling at her touch. -She was all white and dark, and said not much; -She sighed, to hint that pleasure's grave was dug, -And smiled within to see him such a mug. - -They passed the doctor's house among the trees, -She sighed so deep that Jimmy asked her why. -'I'm too unhappy upon nights like these, -When everyone has happiness but I!' -'Then, aren't you happy?' She appeared to cry, -Blinked with her eyes, and turned away her head: -'Not much; but some men understand,' she said. - -Her voice caught lightly on a broken note, -Jimmy half-dared but dared not touch her hand, -Yet all his blood went pumping in his throat -Beside the beauty he could understand, -And Death stopped knitting at the muffling band. -'The shroud is done,' he muttered, 'toe to chin.' -He snapped the ends, and tucked his needles in. - -Jimmy, half stammering, choked, 'Has any man----' -He stopped, she shook her head to answer 'No.' -'Then tell me.' 'No. P'raps some day, if I can. -It hurts to talk of some things ever so. -But you're so different. There, come, we must go -None but unhappy women know how good -It is to meet a soul who's understood.' - -'No. Wait a moment. May I call you Anna?' -'Perhaps. There must be nearness 'twixt us two.' -Love in her face hung out his bloody banner, -And all love's clanging trumpets shocked and blew. -'When we got up to-day we never knew.' -'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.' -'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.' - -'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night, -That must come later when we know our minds, -We must agree to keep this evening white, -We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.' -And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds, -And all the dancers whirling in the fair, -Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there. - -'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly. -'But it begins again with you for friend.' -In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy, -A lovely fragile thing for him to tend, -Grace beyond measure, beauty without end. -'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door. -I never knew what people meant before.' - -'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet, -The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye, -Come just another short turn down the street, -The whole life's bubbling up for you and I. -Somehow I feel to-morrow we may die. -Come just as far as to the blacksmith's light.' -But 'No' said Anna; 'Not to-night. Good-night.' - -All the tides triumph when the white moon fills. -Down in the race the toppling waters shout, -The breakers shake the bases of the hills, -There is a thundering where the streams go out, -And the wise shipman puts his ship about -Seeing the gathering of those waters wan, -But what when love makes high tide in a man? - -Jimmy walked home with all his mind on fire, -One lovely face for ever set in flame. -He shivered as he went, like tautened wire, -Surge after surge of shuddering in him came -And then swept out repeating one sweet name, -'Anna, O Anna,' to the evening star. -Anna was sipping whiskey in the bar. - -So back to home and mother Jimmy wandered, -Thinking of Plaister's End and Anna's lips. -He ate no supper worth the name, but pondered -On Plaister's End hedge, scarlet with ripe hips, -And of the lovely moon there in eclipse, -And how she must be shining in the house -Behind the hedge of those old dog-rose boughs. - -Old mother cleared away. The clock struck eight. -'Why, boy, you've left your bacon, lawks a me, -So that's what comes of having tea so late, -Another time you'll go without your tea. -Your father liked his cup, too, didn't he, -Always "another cup" he used to say, -He never went without on any day. - -How nice the lady was and how she talked, -I've never had a nicer fair, not ever.' -'She said she'd like to see us if we walked -To Plaister's End, beyond by Watersever. -Nice-looking woman, too, and that, and clever; -We might go round one evening, p'raps, we two; -Or I might go, if it's too far for you.' - -'No,' said the mother, 'we're not folk for that; -Meet at the fair and that, and there an end. -Rake out the fire and put out the cat, -These fairs are sinful, tempting folk to spend. -Of course she spoke polite and like a friend; -Of course she had to do, and so I let her, -But now it's done and past, so I forget her.' - -'I don't see why forget her. Why forget her? -She treat us kind. She weren't like everyone. -I never saw a woman I liked better, -And he's not easy pleased, my father's son. -So I'll go round some night when work is done.' -'Now, Jim, my dear, trust mother, there's a dear.' -'Well, so I do, but sometimes you're so queer.' - -She blinked at him out of her withered eyes -Below her lashless eyelids red and bleared. -Her months of sacrifice had won the prize, -Her Jim had come to what she always feared. -And yet she doubted, so she shook and peered -And begged her God not let a woman take -The lovely son whom she had starved to make. - -Doubting, she stood the dishes in the rack, -'We'll ask her in some evening, then,' she said, -'How nice her hair looked in the bit of black.' -And still she peered from eyes all dim and red -To note at once if Jimmy drooped his head, -Or if his ears blushed when he heard her praised, -And Jimmy blushed and hung his head and gazed. - -'This is the end,' she thought. 'This is the end. -I'll have to sew again for Mr Jones, -Do hems when I can hardly see to mend, -And have the old ache in my marrow-bones. -And when his wife's in child-bed, when she groans, -She'll send for me until the pains have ceased, -And give me leavings at the christening feast. - -And sit aslant to eye me as I eat, -"You're only wanted here, ma'am, for to-day, -Just for the christ'ning party, for the treat, -Don't ever think I mean to let you stay; -Two's company, three's none, that's what I say." -Life can be bitter to the very bone -When one is poor, and woman, and alone. - -'Jimmy,' she said, still doubting, 'Come, my dear, -Let's have our "Binger," 'fore we go to bed,' -And then 'The parson's dog,' she cackled clear, -'Lep over stile,' she sang, nodding her head. -'His name was little Binger.' 'Jim,' she said, -'Binger, now, chorus' ... Jimmy kicked the hob, -The sacrament of song died in a sob. - -Jimmy went out into the night to think -Under the moon so steady in the blue. -The woman's beauty ran in him like drink, -The fear that men had loved her burnt him through; -The fear that even then another knew -All the deep mystery which women make -To hide the inner nothing made him shake. - -'Anna, I love you, and I always shall.' -He looked towards Plaister's End beyond Cot Hills. -A white star glimmered in the long canal, -A droning from the music came in thrills. -Love is a flame to burn out human wills, -Love is a flame to set the will on fire, -Love is a flame to cheat men into mire. - -One of the three, we make Love what we choose, -But Jimmy did not know, he only thought -That Anna was too beautiful to lose, -That she was all the world and he was naught, -That it was sweet, though bitter, to be caught. -'Anna, I love you.' Underneath the moon, -'I shall go mad unless I see you soon.' - -The fair's lights threw aloft a misty glow. -The organ whangs, the giddy horses reel, -The rifles cease, the folk begin to go, -The hands unclamp the swing-boats from the wheel, -There is a smell of trodden orange peel; -The organ drones and dies, the horses stop, -And then the tent collapses from the top. - -The fair is over, let the people troop, -The drunkards stagger homewards down the gutters, -The showmen heave in an excited group, -The poles tilt slowly down, the canvas flutters, -The mauls knock out the pins, the last flare sputters. -'Lower away.' 'Go easy.' 'Lower, lower.' -'You've dang near knock my skull in. Loose it slower.' - -'Back in the horses.' 'Are the swing-boats loaded?' -'All right to start.' 'Bill, where's the cushion gone? -The red one for the Queen?' 'I think I stowed it.' -'You think, you think. Lord, where's that cushion, John?' -'It's in that bloody box you're sitting on, -What more d'you want?' A concertina plays -Far off as wandering lovers go their ways. - -Up the dim Bye Street to the market-place -The dead bones of the fair are borne in carts, -Horses and swing-boats at a funeral pace -After triumphant hours quickening hearts; -A policeman eyes each waggon as it starts, -The drowsy showmen stumble half asleep, -One of them catcalls, having drunken deep. - -So out, over the pass, into the plain, -And the dawn finds them filling empty cans -In some sweet-smelling dusty country lane, -Where a brook chatters over rusty pans. -The iron chimneys of the caravans -Smoke as they go. And now the fair has gone -To find a new pitch somewhere further on. - -But as the fair moved out two lovers came, -Ernie and Bessie loitering out together; -Bessie with wild eyes, hungry as a flame, -Ern like a stallion tugging at a tether. -It was calm moonlight, and October weather, -So still, so lovely, as they topped the ridge. -They brushed by Jimmy standing on the bridge. - -And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other, -And the blood burned in each heart beating there; -And out into the Bye Street tottered mother, -Without her shawl, in the October air. -'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair -Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face, -And the two lovers clung in an embrace. - -'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed -Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown. -So this was Love, the something he had missed, -Woman and man athirst, aflame, alone. -Envy went knocking at his marrow-bone, -And Anna's face swam up so dim, so fair, -Shining and sweet, with poppies in her hair. - - - - - III - - -After the fair, the gang began again. -Tipping the trollies down the banks of earth. -The truck of stone clanks on the endless chain, -A clever pony guides it to its berth. -'Let go.' It tips, the navvies shout for mirth -To see the pony step aside, so wise, -But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes. - -And when he stopped his shovelling he looked -Over the junipers towards Plaister way, -The beauty of his darling had him hooked, -He had no heart for wrastling with the clay. -'O Lord Almighty, I must get away; -O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower, -Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.' - -The whistle on the pilot engine blew, -The men knocked off, and Jimmy slipped aside -Over the fence, over the bridge, and through, -And then ahead along the water-side, -Under the red-brick rail-bridge, arching wide, -Over the hedge, across the fields, and on; -The foreman asked: 'Where's Jimmy Gurney gone?' - -It is a mile and more to Plaister's End, -But Jimmy ran the short way by the stream, -And there was Anna's cottage at the bend, -With blue smoke on the chimney, faint as steam. -'God, she's at home,' and up his heart a gleam -Leapt like a rocket on November nights, -And shattered slowly in a burst of lights. - -Anna was singing at her kitchen fire, -She was surprised, and not well pleased to see -A sweating navvy, red with heat and mire, -Come to her door, whoever he might be. -But when she saw that it was Jimmy, she -Smiled at his eyes upon her, full of pain, -And thought, 'But, still, he mustn't come again. - -People will talk; boys are such crazy things; -But he's a dear boy though he is so green.' -So, hurriedly, she slipped her apron strings, -And dabbed her hair, and wiped her fingers clean, -And came to greet him languid as a queen, -Looking as sweet, as fair, as pure, as sad, -As when she drove her loving husband mad. - -'Poor boy,' she said, 'Poor boy, how hot you are.' -She laid a cool hand to his sweating face. -'How kind to come. Have you been running far? -I'm just going out; come up the road a pace. -O dear, these hens; they're all about the place.' -So Jimmy shooed the hens at her command, -And got outside the gate as she had planned. - -'Anna, my dear, I love you; love you, true; -I had to come--I don't know--I can't rest-- -I lay awake all night, thinking of you. -Many must love you, but I love you best.' -'Many have loved me, yes, dear,' she confessed, -She smiled upon him with a tender pride, -'But my love ended when my husband died. - -Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends; -Love with its fever's at an end for me. -Be by me gently now the fever ends, -Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see, -I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she, -'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear---- -'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near. - -Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find -One who will understand; but life is life, -And those who do not know are so unkind. -But you'll be by me, Jimmy, in the strife, -I love you though I cannot be your wife; -And now be off, before the whistle goes, -Or else you'll lose your quarter, goodness knows.' - -'When can I see you, Anna? Tell me, dear. -To-night? To-morrow? Shall I come to-night? -'Jimmy, my friend, I cannot have you here; -But when I come to town perhaps we might. -Dear, you must go; no kissing; you can write, -And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn -What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern). - -'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand. -If we were only free, dear, free to meet, -Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand -And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet; -But my dead husband lies under the sheet, -Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one, -So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done. - -But though my heart is buried in his grave -Something might be--friendship and utter trust-- -And you, my dear starved little Jim shall have -Flowers of friendship from my dead heart's dust; -Life would be sweet if men would never lust. -Why do you, Jimmy? Tell me sometime, dear, -Why men are always what we women fear. - -Not now. Good-bye; we understand, we two, -And life, O Jim, how glorious life is; -This sunshine in my heart is due to you; -I was so sad, and life has given this. -I think "I wish I had something of his," -Do give me something, will you be so kind? -Something to keep you always in my mind. - -'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.' -He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt -That as she stood to watch him from the gate -Her heart was half amusement, half contempt, -Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt, -In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern. -She blew him kisses till he passed the turn. - -The whistle blew before he reached the line; -The foreman asked him what the hell he meant, -Whether a duke had asked him out to dine, -Or if he thought the bag would pay his rent? -And Jim was fined before the foreman went. -But still his spirit glowed from Anna's words, -Cooed in the voice so like a singing bird's. - -'O Anna, darling, you shall have a present; -I'd give you golden gems if I were rich, -And everything that's sweet and all that's pleasant.' -He dropped his pick as though he had a stitch, -And stared tow'rds Plaister's End, past Bushe's Pitch. -O beauty, what I have to give I'll give, -All mine is yours, beloved, while I live.' - -All through the afternoon his pick was slacking, -His eyes were always turning west and south, -The foreman was inclined to send him packing, -But put it down to after fair-day drouth; -He looked at Jimmy with an ugly mouth, -And Jimmy slacked, and muttered in a moan, -'My love, my beautiful, my very own.' - -So she had loved. Another man had had her; -She had been his with passion in the night; -An agony of envy made him sadder, -Yet stabbed a pang of bitter-sweet delight-- -O he would keep his image of her white. -The foreman cursed, stepped up, and asked him flat -What kind of gum-tree he was gaping at. - -It was Jim's custom, when the pay day came, -To take his weekly five and twenty shilling -Back in the little packet to his dame; -Not taking out a farthing for a filling, -Nor twopence for a pot, for he was willing -That she should have it all to save or spend. -But love makes many lovely customs end. - -Next pay day came and Jimmy took the money, -But not to mother, for he meant to buy -A thirteen-shilling locket for his honey, -Whatever bellies hungered and went dry, -A silver heart-shape with a ruby eye. -He bought the thing and paid the shopman's price, -And hurried off to make the sacrifice. - -'Is it for me? You dear, dear generous boy. -How sweet of you. I'll wear it in my dress. -When you're beside me life is such a joy, -You bring the sun to solitariness.' -She brushed his jacket with a light caress, -His arms went round her fast, she yielded meek; -He had the happiness to kiss her cheek. - -'My dear, my dear.' 'My very dear, my Jim, -How very kind my Jimmy is to me; -I ache to think that some are harsh to him; -Not like my Jimmy, beautiful and free. -My darling boy, how lovely it would be -If all would trust as we two trust each other.' -And Jimmy's heart grew hard against his mother. - -She, poor old soul, was waiting in the gloom -For Jimmy's pay, that she could do the shopping. -The clock ticked out a solemn tale of doom; -Clogs on the bricks outside went clippa-clopping, -The owls were coming out and dew was dropping. -The bacon burnt, and Jimmy not yet home. -The clock was ticking dooms out like a gnome. - -'What can have kept him that he doesn't come? -O God, they'd tell me if he'd come to hurt.' -The unknown, unseen evil struck her numb, -She saw his body bloody in the dirt, -She saw the life blood pumping through the shirt, -She saw him tipsy in the navvies' booth, -She saw all forms of evil but the truth. - -At last she hurried up the line to ask -If Jim were hurt or why he wasn't back. -She found the watchman wearing through his task; -Over the fire basket in his shack; -Behind, the new embankment rose up black. -'Gurney?' he said. 'He'd got to see a friend.' -'Where?' 'I dunno. I think out Plaister's End. - -Thanking the man, she tottered down the hill, -The long-feared fang had bitten to the bone. -The brook beside her talked as water will -That it was lonely singing all alone, -The night was lonely with the water's tone, -And she was lonely to the very marrow. -Love puts such bitter poison on Fate's arrow. - -She went the long way to them by the mills, -She told herself that she must find her son. -The night was ominous of many ills; -The soughing larch-clump almost made her run, -Her boots hurt (she had got a stone in one) -And bitter beaks were tearing at her liver -That her boy's heart was turned from her forever. - -She kept the lane, past Spindle's, past the Callows', -Her lips still muttering prayers against the worst, -And there were people coming from the sallows, -Along the wild duck patch by Beggar's Hurst. -Being in moonlight mother saw them first, -She saw them moving in the moonlight dim, -A woman with a sweet voice saying 'Jim.' - -Trembling she grovelled down into the ditch, -They wandered past her pressing side to side. -'O Anna, my belov'd, if I were rich.' -It was her son, and Anna's voice replied, -'Dear boy, dear beauty boy, my love and pride.' -And he: 'It's but a silver thing, but I -Will earn you better lockets by and bye.' - -'Dear boy, you mustn't.' 'But I mean to do.' -'What was that funny sort of noise I heard?' -'Where?' 'In the hedge; a sort of sob or coo. -Listen. It's gone.' 'It may have been a bird.' -Jim tossed a stone but mother never stirred. -She hugged the hedgerow, choking down her pain, -While the hot tears were blinding in her brain. - -The two passed on, the withered woman rose, -For many minutes she could only shake, -Staring ahead with trembling little 'Oh's,' -The noise a very frightened child might make. -'O God, dear God, don't let the woman take -My little son, God, not my little Jim. -O God, I'll have to starve if I lose him.' - -So back she trembled, nodding with her head, -Laughing and trembling in the bursts of tears, -Her ditch-filled boots both squelching in the tread, -Her shopping-bonnet sagging to her ears, -Her heart too dumb with brokenness for fears. -The nightmare whickering with the laugh of death -Could not have added terror to her breath. - -She reached the house, and: 'I'm all right,' said she, -'I'll just take off my things; but I'm all right, -'I'd be all right with just a cup of tea, -If I could only get this grate to light, -The paper's damp and Jimmy's late to-night; -"Belov'd, if I was rich," was what he said, -O Jim, I wish that God would kill me dead.' - -While she was blinking at the unlit grate, -Scratching the moistened match-heads off the wood, -She heard Jim coming, so she reached his plate, -And forked the over-frizzled scraps of food. -'You're late,' she said, 'and this yer isn't good, -Whatever makes you come in late like this?' -'I've been to Plaister's End, that's how it is.' - -'You've been to Plaister's End?' - 'Yes.' - 'I've been staying -For money for the shopping ever so. -Down here we can't get victuals without paying, -There's no trust down the Bye Street, as you know, -And now it's dark and it's too late to go. -You've been to Plaister's End. What took you there?' -'The lady who was with us at the fair.' - -'The lady, eh? The lady?' - 'Yes, the lady.' -'You've been to see her?' - 'Yes.' - 'What happened then?' -'I saw her.' - 'Yes. And what filth did she trade ye? -Or d'you expect your locket back agen? -I know the rotten ways of whores with men. -What did it cost ye?' - 'What did what cost?' - 'It. -Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.' - -'I don't know what you mean.' - 'Jimmy, my own. -Don't lie to mother, boy, for mother knows. -I know you and that lady to the bone, -And she's a whore, that thing you call a rose, -A whore who takes whatever male thing goes; -A harlot with the devil's skill to tell -The special key of each man's door to hell.' - -'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.' -'You can't tell women like a woman can; -A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly, -A strumpet tells a lie to win a man, -Women were liars since the world began; -And she's a liar, branded in the eyes, -A rotten liar, who inspires lies.' - -'I say she's not.' - 'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie, -You've seen her often in the last few days, -She's given a love as makes you come in weary -To lie to me before going out to laze. -She's tempted you into the devil's ways, -She's robbing you, full fist, of what you earn, -In God's name, what's she giving in return?' - -'Her faith, my dear, and that's enough for me.' -'Her faith. Her faith. O Jimmy, listen, dear; -Love doesn't ask for faith, my son, not he; -He asks for life throughout the live-long year, -And life's a test for any plough to ere -Life tests a plough in meadows made of stones, -Love takes a toll of spirit, mind and bones. - -I know a woman's portion when she loves, -It's hers to give, my darling, not to take; -It isn't lockets, dear, nor pairs of gloves, -It isn't marriage bells nor wedding cake, -It's up and cook, although the belly ache; -And bear the child, and up and work again, -And count a sick man's grumble worth the pain. - -Will she do this, and fifty times as much?' -'No. I don't ask her.' - 'No. I warrant, no. -She's one to get a young fool in her clutch, -And you're a fool to let her trap you so. -She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go; -I was so happy, dear, before she came, -And now I'm going to the grave in shame. - -I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room. -For fifteen years I got you all you had, -You were my little son, made in my womb, -Left all to me, for God had took your dad, -You were a good son, doing all I bade, -Until this strumpet came from God knows where, -And now you lie, and I am in despair. - -Jimmy, I won't say more. I know you think -That I don't know, being just a withered old, -With chaps all fallen in and eyes that blink, -And hands that tremble so they cannot hold. -A bag of bones to put in churchyard mould, -A red-eyed hag beside your evening star.' -And Jimmy gulped, and thought 'By God, you are.' - -'Well, if I am, my dear, I don't pretend. -I got my eyes red, Jimmy, making you. -My dear, before our love time's at an end -Think just a minute what it is you do. -If this were right, my dear, you'd tell me true; -You don't, and so it's wrong; you lie; and she -Lies too, or else you wouldn't lie to me. - -Women and men have only got one way -And that way's marriage; other ways are lust. -If you must marry this one, then you may, -If not you'll drop her.' - 'No.' 'I say you must. -Or bring my hairs with sorrow to the dust. -Marry your whore, you'll pay, and there an end. -My God, you shall not have a whore for friend. - -By God, you shall not, not while I'm alive. -Never, so help me God, shall that thing be. -If she's a woman fit to touch she'll wive, -If not she's whore, and she shall deal with me. -And may God's blessed mercy help us see -And may He make my Jimmy count the cost, -My little boy who's lost, as I am lost.' - -People in love cannot be won by kindness, -And opposition makes them feel like martyrs. -When folk are crazy with a drunken blindness, -It's best to flog them with each other's garters, -And have the flogging done by Shropshire carters, -Born under Ercall where the while stones lie; -Ercall that smells of honey in July. - -Jimmy said nothing in reply, but thought -That mother was an old, hard jealous thing. -'I'll love my girl through good and ill report, -I shall be true whatever grief it bring.' -And in his heart he heard the death-bell ring -For mother's death, and thought what it would be -To bury her in churchyard and be free. - -He saw the narrow grave under the wall, -Home without mother nagging at his dear, -And Anna there with him at evenfall, -Bidding him dry his eyes and be of cheer. -'The death that took poor mother brings me near, -Nearer than we have ever been before, -Near as the dead one came, but dearer, more.' - -'Good-night, my son,' said mother. 'Night,' he said. -He dabbed her brow wi's lips and blew the light, -She lay quite silent crying on the bed, -Stirring no limb, but crying through the night. -He slept, convinced that he was Anna's knight. -And when he went to work he left behind -Money for mother crying herself blind. - -After that night he came to Anna's call, -He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings, -Mother had no more share in him at all; -All that the mother had was Anna's leavings. -There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings, -Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him, -And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.' - -Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick, -You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer. -You put less mizzle on your bit of Dick, -Or get your time, I'll have no slackers here, -I've had my eye on you too long, my dear.' -And Jimmy pondered while the man attacked, -'I'd see her all day long if I were sacked.' - -And trembling mother thought, 'I'll go to see'r. -She'd give me back my boy if she were told -Just what he is to me, my pretty dear: -She wouldn't leave me starving in the cold, -Like what I am.' But she was weak and old. -She thought, 'But if I ask her, I'm afraid -He'd hate me ever after,' so she stayed. - - - - - IV - - -Bessie, the gipsy, got with child by Ern, -She joined her tribe again at Shepherd's Meen, -In that old quarry overgrown with fern, -Where goats are tethered on the patch of green. -There she reflected on the fool she'd been, -And plaited kipes and waited for the bastard, -And thought that love was glorious while it lasted. - -And Ern the moody man went moody home, -To that most gentle girl from Ercall Hill, -And bade her take a heed now he had come, -Or else, by cripes, he'd put her through the mill. -He didn't want her love, he'd had his fill, -Thank you, of her, the bread and butter sack. -And Anna heard that Shepherd Ern was back. - -'Back. And I'll have him back to me,' she muttered, -'This lovesick boy of twenty, green as grass, -Has made me wonder if my brains are buttered, -He, and his lockets, and his love, the ass. -I don't know why he comes. Alas! alas! -God knows I want no love; but every sun -I bolt my doors on some poor loving one. - -It breaks my heart to turn them out of doors, -I hear them crying to me in the rain; -One, with a white face, curses, one implores, -"Anna, for God's sake, let me in again, -Anna, belov'd, I cannot bear the pain." -Like hoovey sheep bleating outside a fold -"Anna, belov'd, I'm in the wind and cold." - -I want no men. I'm weary to the soul -Of men like moths about a candle flame, -Of men like flies about a sugar bowl, -Acting alike, and all wanting the same, -My dreamed-of swirl of passion never came, -No man has given me the love I dreamed, -But in the best of each one something gleamed. - -If my dear darling were alive, but he... -He was the same; he didn't understand. -The eyes of that dead child are haunting me, -I only turned the blanket with my hand. -It didn't hurt, he died as I had planned. -A little skinny creature, weak and red; -It looked so peaceful after it was dead. - -I have been all alone, in spite of all. -Never a light to help me place my feet: -I have had many a pain and many a fall. -Life's a long headache in a noisy street, -Love at the budding looks so very sweet, -Men put such bright disguises on their lust, -And then it all goes crumble into dust. - -Jimmy the same, dear, lovely Jimmy, too, -He goes the self-same way the others went: -I shall bring sorrow to those eyes of blue. -He asks the love I'm sure I never meant. -Am I to blame? And all his money spent! -Men make this shutting doors such cruel pain. -O, Ern, I want you in my life again.' - -On Sunday afternoons the lovers walk -Arm within arm, dressed in their Sunday best, -The man with the blue necktie sucks a stalk, -The woman answers when she is addressed. -On quiet country stiles they sit to rest, -And after fifty years of wear and tear -They think how beautiful their courtships were. - -Jimmy and Anna met to walk together -The Sunday after Shepherd Ern returned; -And Anna's hat was lovely with a feather -Bought and dyed blue with money Jimmy earned. -They walked towards Callows Farm, and Anna yearned: -'Dear boy,' she said, 'This road is dull to-day, -Suppose we turn and walk the other way.' - -They turned, she sighed. 'What makes you sigh?' he asked. -'Thinking,' she said, 'thinking and grieving, too. -Perhaps some wicked woman will come masked -Into your life, my dear, to ruin you. -And trusting every woman as you do -It might mean death to love and be deceived; -You'd take it hard, I thought, and so I grieved.' - -'Dear one, dear Anna.' 'O my lovely boy, -Life is all golden to the finger tips. -What will be must be: but to-day's a joy. -Reach me that lovely branch of scarlet hips.' -He reached and gave; she put it to her lips. -'And here,' she said, 'we come to Plaister Turns.' -And then she chose the road to Shepherd Ern's. - -As the deft angler, when the fishes rise, -Flicks on the broadening circle over each -The delicatest touch of dropping flies, -Then pulls more line and whips a longer reach, -Longing to feel the rod bend, the reel screech, -And the quick comrade net the monster out, -So Anna played the fly over her trout. - -Twice she passed, thrice, she with the boy beside her, -A lovely fly, hooked for a human heart, -She passed his little gate, while Jimmy eyed her, -Feeling her beauty tear his soul apart: -Then did the great trout rise, the great pike dart, -The gate went clack, a man came up the hill, -The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill. - -Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows, -She would not look behind, she looked ahead. -It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose, -A golden white rose faintly flushed with red. -Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread, -Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm. -She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm. - -'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him, -Cold and surprised, but interested too, -To see how much he felt the hook inside him, -And how much be surmised, and Jimmy knew, -And if her beauty still could make him do -The love tricks he had gambolled in the past. -A glow shot through her that her fish was grassed. - -'Evening,' she said. 'Good evening.' Jimmy felt -Jealous and angry at the shepherd's tone; -He longed to hit the fellow's nose a belt, -He wanted his beloved his alone. -A fellow's girl should be a fellow's own. -Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna, -Jim might have been in China by his manner. - -'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.' -'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?' -'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.' -'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.' -And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe -Under the chin to knock him out of time, -But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime. - -'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low. -She frowned, and blinked and spoke again to Ern. -'I hear the gipsy has a row to hoe.' -'The more you hear,' he said, 'the less you'll learn.' -'We've just come out,' she said, 'to take a turn; -Suppose you come along: the more the merrier.' -'All right,' he said, 'but how about the terrier?' - -He cocked an eye at Jimmy. 'Does he bite?' -Jimmy blushed scarlet. 'He's a dear,' said she. -Ern walked a step, 'Will you be in to-night?' -She shook her head, 'I doubt if that may be. -Jim, here's a friend who wants to talk to me, -So will you go and come another day?' -'By crimes, I won't!' said Jimmy, 'I shall stay.' - -'I thought he bit,' said Ern, and Anna smiled, -And Jimmy saw the smile and watched her face -While all the jealous devils made him wild; -A third in love is always out of place; -And then her gentle body full of grace -Leaned to him sweetly as she tossed her head, -'Perhaps we two'll be getting on,' she said. - -They walked, but Jimmy turned to watch the third. -'I'm here, not you,' he said; the shepherd grinned: -Anna was smiling sweet without a word; -She got the scarlet berry branch unpinned. -'It's cold,' she said, 'this evening, in the wind.' -A quick glance showed that Jimmy didn't mind her, -She beckoned with the berry branch behind her, - -Then dropped it gently on the broken stones, -Preoccupied, unheeding, walking straight, -Saying 'You jealous boy,' in even tones, -Looking so beautiful, so delicate, -Being so very sweet: but at her gate -She felt her shoe unlaced and looked to know -If Ern had taken up the sprig or no. - -He had, she smiled. 'Anna,' said Jimmy sadly, -'That man's not fit to be a friend of yourn, -He's nobbut just an oaf; I love you madly, -And hearing you speak kind to'm made me burn. -Who is he then?' She answered 'Shepherd Ern, -A pleasant man, an old, old friend of mine.' -'By cripes, then, Anna, drop him, he's a swine.' - -'Jimmy,' she said, 'you must have faith in me, -Faith's all the battle in a love like ours. -You must believe, my darling, don't you see -That life to have its sweets must have its sours. -Love isn't always two souls picking flowers. -You must have faith. I give you all I can. -What, can't I say "Good evening" to a man?' - -'Yes,' he replied, 'But not a man like him.' -'Why not a man like him?' she said, 'What next?' -By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim, -Among the daisies that the cold had kexed. -'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.' -'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these. -"You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.' - -'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold, -Proud and imperious with a lifting lip, -Blazing within, but outwardly controlled; -He had a colt's first instant of the whip. -The long lash curled to cut a second strip. -'You to presume to teach. Of course, I know -You're mother's Sunday scholar, aren't you? Go.' - -She slammed the door behind her, clutching skirts. -'Anna.' He heard her bedroom latches thud. -He learned at last how bitterly love hurts; -He longed to cut her throat and see her blood, -To stamp her blinking eyeballs into mud. -'Anna, by God!' Love's many torments make -That tune soon change to 'Dear, for Jesus' sake.' - -He beat the door for her. She never stirred, -But primming bitter lips before her glass; -Admired her hat as though she hadn't heard, -And tried her front hair parted, and in mass. -She heard her lover's hasty footsteps pass. -'He's gone,' she thought. She crouched below the pane, -And heard him cursing as he tramped the lane. - -Rage ran in Jimmy as he tramped the night; -Rage, strongly mingled with a youth's disgust -At finding a beloved woman light, -And all her precious beauty dirty dust; -A tinsel-varnish gilded over lust. -Nothing but that. He sat him down to rage, -Beside the stream whose waters never age. - -Plashing, it slithered down the tiny fall -To eddy wrinkles in the trembling pool -With that light voice whose music cannot pall, -Always the note of solace, flute-like, cool. -And when hot-headed man has been a fool, -He could not do a wiser thing than go -To that dim pool where purple teazles grow. - -He glowered there until suspicion came, -Suspicion, anger's bastard, with mean tongue, -To mutter to him till his heart was flame, -And every fibre of his soul was wrung, -That even then Ern and his Anna clung -Mouth against mouth in passionate embrace. -There was no peace for Jimmy in the place. - -Raging he hurried back to learn the truth. -The little swinging wicket glimmered white, -The chimney jagged the skyline like a tooth, -Bells came in swoons for it was Sunday night. -The garden was all dark, but there was light -Up in the little room where Anna slept: -The hot blood beat his brain; he crept, he crept. - -Clutching himself to hear, clutching to know, -Along the path, rustling with withered leaves, -Up to the apple, too decayed to blow, -Which crooked a palsied finger at the eaves. -And up the lichened trunk his body heaves. -Dust blinded him, twigs snapped, the branches shook, -He leaned along a mossy bough to look. - -Nothing at first, except a guttering candle -Shaking amazing shadows on the ceiling, -Then Anna's voice upon a bar of 'Randal, -Where have you been:' and voice and music reeling, -Trembling, as though she sang with flooding feeling. -The singing stopped midway upon the stair, -Then Anna showed in white with loosened hair. - -Her back was towards him, and she stood awhile, -Like a wild creature tossing back her mane, -And then her head went back, he saw a smile -On the half face half turned towards the pane; -Her eyes closed, and her arms went out again. -Jim gritted teeth, and called upon his Maker, -She drooped into a man's arms there to take her. - -Agony first, sharp, sudden, like a knife, -Then down the tree to batter at the door; -'Open there. Let me in. I'll have your life. -You Jezebel of hell, you painted whore, -Talk about faith, I'll give you faith galore.' -The window creaked, a jug of water came -Over his head and neck with certain aim. - -'Clear out,' said Ern; 'I'm here, not you, to-night, -Clear out. We whip young puppies when they yap.' -'If you're a man,' said Jim, 'Come down and fight, -I'll put a stopper on your ugly chap.' -'Go home,' said Ern; 'Go home and get your pap. -To kennel, pup, and bid your mother bake -Some soothing syrup in your puppy cake.' - -There was a dibble sticking in the bed, -Jim wrenched it out and swung it swiftly round, -And sent it flying at the shepherd's head: -'I'll give you puppy-cake. Take that, you hound.' -The broken glass went clinking to the ground, -The dibble balanced, checked, and followed flat. -'My God,' said Ern, 'I'll give you hell for that.' - -He flung the door ajar with 'Now, my pup-- -Hold up the candle, Anna--now, we'll see.' -'By crimes, come on,' said Jimmy; 'Put them up. -Come, put them up, you coward, here I be.' -And Jim, eleven stone, what chance had he -Against fourteen? but what he could he did; -Ern swung his right: 'That settles you, my kid.' - -Jimmy went down and out: 'The kid,' said Ern. -'A kid, a sucking puppy; hold the light.' -And Anna smiled: 'It gave me such a turn, -You look so splendid, Ernie, when you fight.' -She looked at Jim with: 'Ern, is he all right?' -'He's coming to.' She shuddered, 'Pah, the brute. -What things he said'; she stirred him with her foot. - -'You go inside,' said Ern, 'and bolt the door, -I'll deal with him.' She went and Jimmy stood. -'Now, pup,' said Ern, 'don't come round here no more. -I'm here, not you, let that be understood. -I tell you frankly, pup, for your own good.' -'Give me my hat,' said Jim. He passed the gate, -And as he tottered off he called, 'You wait.' - -'Thanks, I don't have to,' Shepherd Ern replied; -'You'll do whatever waiting's being done.' -The door closed gently as he went inside, -The bolts jarred in the channels one by one. -'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son. -Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.' -The light went out, the windows stared out blind. - -Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark. -And in the dim the lovers went upstairs, -Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark, -His lips entangled in her straying hairs, -Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers, -Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim -And full of shudders as she yearned to him. - -Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears, -'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now -And all her hair pulled down over her ears; -Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow, -I saw her kiss him from the apple bough. -They say a whore is always full of wiles, -O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles. - -Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet, -It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake. -If it were all a dream I'd kiss her feet, -I wish it were a dream for Jesus' sake. -One thing: I bet I made his guzzle ache, -I cop it fair before he sent me down, -I'll cop him yet some evening on the crown. - -O God, O God, what pretty ways she had, -He's kissing all her skin, so white and soft. -She's kissing back. I think I'm going mad. -Like rutting rattens in the apple loft. -She held that light she carried high aloft -Full in my eyes for him to hit me by, -I had the light all dazzling in my eye. - -She had her dress all clutched up to her shoulder, -And all her naked arm was all one gleam. -It's going to freeze to-night, it's turning colder, -I wish there was more water in the stream, -I'd drownd myself. Perhaps it's all a dream, -And bye and bye I'll wake and find it stuff; -By crimes, the pain I suffer's real enough.' - -About two hundred yards from Gunder Loss -He stopped to shudder, leaning on the gate, -He bit the touchwood underneath the moss; -'Rotten, like her,' he muttered in his hate; -He spat it out again with 'But, you wait, -We'll see again, before to-morrow's past, -In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.' - -All through the night the stream ran to the sea, -The different water always saying the same, -Cat-like, and then a tinkle, never glee, -A lonely little child alone in shame. -An otter snapped a thorn twig when he came, -It drifted down, it passed the Hazel Mill, -It passed the Springs; but Jimmy stayed there still. - -Over the pointed hill-top came the light -Out of the mists on Ercall came the sun, -Red like a huntsman halloing after night, -Blowing a horn to rouse up everyone; -Through many glittering cities he had run, -Splashing the wind vanes on the dewy roofs -With golden sparks struck by his horses' hoofs. - -The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes, -He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate; -The fireman watched his head of power rise. -'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.' -'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight -The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work! -Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.' - -Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head, -'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es; -I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red, -I feel so stiff' I'm very nearly froze.' -So over brook and through the fields he goes, -And up the line among the navvies' smiles, -'Young Jimmy Gurney's been upon the tiles.' - -The second whistle blew and work began, -Jimmy worked too, not knowing what he did, -He tripped and stumbled like a drunken man; -He muddled all, whatever he was bid, -The foreman cursed, 'Good God, what ails the kid? -Hi! Gurney. You. We'll have you crocking soon, -You take a lie down till the afternoon.' - -'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I? -I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece, -Or would do if a man could, but how could I -Then you come nagging round and never cease? -Well, take the job and give me my release, -I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick; -Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick. - - - - - V - - -Dully he got his time-check from the keeper. -'Curse her,' he said; 'and that's the end of whores'-- -He stumbled drunkenly across a sleeper-- -'Give all you have and get kicked out a-doors.' -He cashed his time-check at the station stores. -'Bett'ring yourself, I hope, Jim,' said the master; -'That's it,' said Jim; 'and so I will do, blast her.' - -Beyond the bridge, a sharp turn to the right -Leads to 'The Bull and Boar,' the carters' rest; -An inn so hidden it is out of sight -To anyone not coming from the west. -The high embankment hides it with its crest. -Far up above the Chester trains go by, -The drinkers see them sweep against the sky. - -Canal men used it when the barges came, -The navvies used it when the line was making; -The pigeons strut and sidle, ruffling, tame, -The chuckling brook in front sets shadows shaking. -Cider and beer for thirsty workers' slaking, -A quiet house; like all that God controls, -It is Fate's instrument on human souls. - -Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said. -'I'll drink and drink--I never did before-- -I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead, -For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.' -He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar'; -Moody he drank; the woman asked him why: -'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry. - -Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink; -That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.' -And then he sang, so that he should not think, -His Binger-Bopper song, but cut it short. -His wits were working like a brewer's wort -Until among them came the vision gleaming -Of Ern with bloody nose and Anna screaming. - -'That's what I'll do,' he muttered; 'knock him out, -And kick his face in with a running jump. -I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout, -And she can wash the fragments under pump.' -It was his ace; but Death had played a trump. -Death the blind beggar chuckled, nodding dumb, -'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.' - -Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child, -Had tottered out a dozen times to search. -'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild; -Your father's name's too good a name to smirch, -Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch; -He was so good, my little Jim, so clever; -He never stop a night away, not ever. - -He never slept a night away till now, -Never, not once, in all the time he's been. -It's the Lord's will, they say, and we must bow, -But O it's like a knife, it cuts so keen! -He'll work in's Sunday clothes, it'll be seen, -And then they'll laugh, and say "It isn't strange; -He slept with her, and so he couldn't change." - -Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'm wrong; perhaps he's dead; -Killed himself like; folk do in love, they say. -He never tells what passes in his head, -And he's been looking late so old and grey. -A railway train has cut his head away, -Like the poor hare we found at Maylow's shack. -O God have pity, bring my darling back!' - -All the high stars went sweeping through the sky, -The sun made all the orient clean, clear gold, -'O blessed God,' she prayed, 'do let me die, -Or bring my wand'ring lamb back into fold. -The whistle's gone, and all the bacon's cold; -I must know somehow if he's on the line, -He could have bacon sandwich when he dine.' - -She cut the bread, and started, short of breath, -Up the canal now draining for the rail; -A poor old woman pitted against death, -Bringing her pennyworth of love for bail. -Wisdom, beauty, and love may not avail. -She was too late. 'Yes, he was here; oh, yes. -He chucked his job and went.' 'Where?' 'Home, I guess.' - -'Home, but he hasn't been home.' 'Well, he went. -Perhaps you missed him, mother.' 'Or perhaps -He took the field path yonder through the bent. -He very likely done that, don't he, chaps?' -The speaker tested both his trouser straps -And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said. -'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.' - -She trembled down the high embankment's ridge -Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed. -For forty yards away, beyond the bridge, -Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed. -'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need. -I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit, -They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.' - -Even as two soldiers on a fortress wall -See the bright fire streak of a coming shell. -Catch breath, and wonder 'Which way will it fall? -To you? to me? or will it all be well?' -Ev'n so stood life and death, and could not tell -Whether she'd go to th'inn and find her son, -Or take the field and let the doom be done. - -'No, not the inn,' she thought. 'People would talk. -I couldn't in the open daytime; no. -I'll just sit here upon the timber balk, -I'll rest for just a minute and then go.' -Resting, her old tired heart began to glow, -Glowed and gave thanks, and thought itself in clover, -'He's lost his job, so now she'll throw him over.' - -Sitting, she saw the rustling thistle-kex, -The picks flash bright above, the trollies tip. -The bridge-stone shining, full of silver specks, -And three swift children running down the dip. -A Stoke Saint Michael carter cracked his whip, -The water in the runway made its din. -She half heard singing coming from the inn. - -She turned, and left the inn, and took the path -And 'Brother Life, you lose,' said Brother Death, -'Even as the Lord of all appointed hath -In this great miracle of blood and breath.' -He doeth all things well as the book saith, -He bids the changing stars fulfil their turn, -His hand is on us when we least discern. - -Slowly she tottered, stopping with the stitch, -Catching her breath, 'O lawks, a dear, a dear. -How the poor tubings in my heart do twitch, -It hurts like the rheumatics very near.' -And every painful footstep drew her clear -From that young life she bore with so much pain. -She never had him to herself again. - -Out of the inn came Jimmy, red with drink, -Crying: 'I'll show her. Wait a bit. I'll show her. -You wait a bit. I'm not the kid you think. -I'm Jimmy Gurney, champion tupper-thrower, -When I get done with her you'll never know her, -Nor him you won't. Out of my way, you fowls, -Or else I'll rip the red things off your jowls.' - -He went across the fields to Plaister's End. -There was a lot of water in the brook, -Sun and white cloud and weather on the mend -For any man with any eyes to look. -He found old Callow's plough-bat, which he took, -'My innings now, my pretty dear,' said he. -'You wait a bit. I'll show you. Now you'll see.' - -Her chimney smoke was blowing blue and faint, -The wise duck shook a tail across the pool, -The blacksmith's shanty smelt of burning paint, -Four newly-tired cartwheels hung to cool. -He had loved the place when under Anna's rule. -Now he clenched teeth and flung aside the gate, -There at the door they stood. He grinned. 'Now wait.' - -Ern had just brought her in a wired hare, -She stood beside him stroking down the fur. -'Oh, Ern, poor thing, look how its eyes do stare,' -'It isn't it,' he answered. 'It's a her.' -She stroked the breast and plucked away a bur, -She kissed the pads, and leapt back with a shout, -'My God, he's got the spudder. Ern. Look out.' - -Ern clenched his fists. Too late. He felt no pain, -Only incredible haste in something swift, -A shock that made the sky black on his brain, -Then stillness, while a little cloud went drift. -The weight upon his thigh bones wouldn't lift; -Then poultry in a long procession came, -Grey-legged, doing the goose-step, eyes like flame. - -Grey-legged old cocks and hens sedate in age, -Marching with jerks as though they moved on springs, -With sidelong hate in round eyes red with rage, -And shouldered muskets clipped by jealous wings, -Then an array of horns and stupid things: -Sheep on a hill with harebells, hare for dinner. -'Hare.' A slow darkness covered up the sinner. - -'But little time is right hand fain of blow.' -Only a second changes life to death; -Hate ends before the pulses cease to go, -There is great power in the stop of breath. -There's too great truth in what the dumb thing saith, -Hate never goes so far as that, nor can. -'I am what life becomes. D'you hate me, man?' - -Hate with his babbling instant, red and damning, -Passed with his instant, having drunken red. -'You've killed him.' - 'No, I've not, he's only shamming. -Get up.' 'He can't.' 'O God, he isn't dead.' -'O God.' 'Here. Get a basin. Bathe his head. -Ernie, for God's sake, what are you playing at? -I only give him one like, with the bat.' - -Man cannot call the brimming instant back; -Time's an affair of instants spun to days; -If man must make an instant gold, or black, -Let him, he may, but Time must go his ways. -Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. -Life's an affair of instants spun to years, -Instants are only cause of all these tears. - -Then Anna screamed aloud. 'Help. Murder. Murder.' -'By God, it is,' he said. 'Through you, you slut.' -Backing, she screamed, until the blacksmith heard her. -'Hurry,' they cried, 'the woman's throat's being cut.' -Jim had his coat off by the water butt. -'He might come to,' he said, 'with wine or soup. -I only hit him once, like, with the scoop. - -Splash water on him, chaps. I only meant -To hit him just a clip, like, nothing more. -There. Look. He isn't dead, his eyelids went. -And he went down. O God, his head's all tore. -I've washed and washed: it's all one gob of gore. -He don't look dead to you? What? Nor to you? -Not kill, the clip I give him, couldn't do.' - -'God send; he looks damn bad,' the blacksmith said. -'Py Cot,' his mate said, 'she wass altogether; -She hass an illness look of peing ted.' -'Here. Get a glass,' the smith said, 'and a feather.' -'Wass you at fightings or at playings whether?' -'Here, get a glass and feather. Quick's the word.' -The glass was clear. The feather never stirred. - -'By God, I'm sorry, Jim. That settles it.' -'By God. I've killed him then.' 'The doctor might.' -'Try, if you like; but that's a nasty hit.' -'Doctor's gone by. He won't be back till night.' -'Py Cot, the feather was not looking right.' -'By Jesus, chaps, I never meant to kill 'un. -Only to bat. I'll go to p'leece and tell 'un. - -O Ern, for God's sake speak, for God's sake speak.' -No answer followed: Ern had done with dust, -'The p'leece is best,' the smith said, 'or a beak. -I'll come along; and so the lady must. -Evans, you bring the lady, will you just? -Tell 'em just how it come, lad. Come your ways; -And Joe, you watch the body where it lays.' - -They walked to town, Jim on the blacksmith's arm. -Jimmy was crying like a child, and saying, -'I never meant to do him any harm.' -His teeth went clack, like bones at murmurs playing, -And then he trembled hard and broke out praying, -'God help my poor old mother. If he's dead, -I've brought her my last wages home,' he said. - -He trod his last free journey down the street; -Treading the middle road, and seeing both sides, -The school, the inns, the butchers selling meat, -The busy market where the town divides. -Then past the tanpits full of stinking hides, -And up the lane to death, as weak as pith. -'By God, I hate this, Jimmy,' said the smith. - - - - - VI - - -Anna in black, the judge in scarlet robes, -A fuss of lawyers' people coming, going, -The windows shut, the gas alight in globes, -Evening outside, and pleasant weather blowing. -'They'll hang him?' 'I suppose so; there's no knowing.' -'A pretty piece, the woman, ain't she, John? -He killed the fellow just for carrying on.' - -'She give her piece to counsel pretty clear.' -'Ah, that she did, and when she stop she smiled.' -'She's had a-many men, that pretty dear; -She's drove a-many pretty fellows wild.' -'More silly idiots they to be beguiled.' -'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, I do. See her eyes? -Mystery, eh? A woman's mystery's lies.' - -'Perhaps.' 'No p'raps about it, that's the truth. -I know these women; they're a rotten lot.' -'You didn't use to think so in your youth.' -'No; but I'm wiser now, and not so hot. -Married or buried, _I_ say, wives or shot, -These unmanned, unattached Maries and Susans -Make life no better than a proper nuisance.' - -'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.' -'I look on women as as good as men.' -'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill. -When have they been as good? I ask you when?' -'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then -P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.' -'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.' - -Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence; -'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life, -A fitting time afforded for repentance, -Then certain justice with a pitiless knife. -For her his wretched victim's widowed wife, -Pity. For her who bore him, pity. (Cheers.) -The jury were exempt for seven years.' - -All bowed; the Judge passed to the robing-room, -Dismissed his clerks, disrobed, and knelt and prayed -As was his custom after passing doom, -Doom upon life, upon the thing not made. -'O God, who made us out of dust, and laid -Thee in us bright, to lead us to the truth, -O God, have pity upon this poor youth. - -Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die; -Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me, -Who deal the laws men make to travel by -Under the sun upon the path to Thee; -O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he, -As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse, -Only Thy pity spared me from the curse. - -Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save, -Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine, -From all the pitfalls leading to the grave, -From all the death-feasts with the husks and swine. -God, who hast given me all things, now make shine -Bright in this sinner's heart that he may see. -God, take this poor boy's spirit back to Thee.' - -Then trembling with his hands, for he was old, -He went to meet his college friend, the Dean, -The loiterers watched him as his carriage rolled. -'There goes the Judge,' said one, and one was keen: -'Hanging that wretched boy, that's where he's been.' -A policeman spat, two lawyers talked statistics, -'"Crime passionel" in Agricultural Districts.' - -'They'd oughtn't hang a boy': but one said 'Stuff. -This sentimental talk is rotten, rotten. -The law's the law and not half strict enough, -Forgers and murderers are misbegotten, -Let them be hanged and let them be forgotten. -A rotten fool should have a rotten end; -Mend them, you say? The rotten never mend.' - -And one 'Not mend? The rotten not, perhaps. -The rotting would; so would the just infected. -A week in quod has ruined lots of chaps -Who'd all got good in them till prison wrecked it.' -And one, 'Society must be protected.' -'He's just a kid. She trapped him.' 'No, she didden.' -'He'll be reprieved.' 'He mid be and he midden.' - -So the talk went; and Anna took the train, -Too sad for tears, and pale; a lady spoke -Asking if she were ill or suffering pain? -'Neither,' she said; but sorrow made her choke, -'I'm only sick because my heart is broke. -My friend, a man, my oldest friend here, died. -I had to see the man who killed him, tried. - -He's to be hanged. Only a boy. My friend. -I thought him just a boy; I didn't know. -And Ern was killed, and now the boy's to end, -And all because he thought he loved me so.' -'My dear,' the lady said; and Anna, 'Oh. -It's very hard to bear the ills men make, -He thought he loved, and it was all mistake.' - -'My dear,' the lady said; 'you poor, poor woman, -Have you no friends to go to?' 'I'm alone. -I've parents living, but they're both inhuman, -And none can cure what pierces to the bone. -I'll have to leave and go where I'm not known. -Begin my life again.' Her friend said 'Yes. -Certainly that. But leave me your address: -For I might hear of something; I'll enquire, -Perhaps the boy might be reprieved or pardoned. -Couldn't we ask the rector or the squire -To write and ask the Judge? He can't be hardened. -What do you do? Is it housework? Have you gardened? -Your hands are very white and soft to touch.' -'Lately I've not had heart for doing much.' - -So the talk passes as the train descends -Into the vale and halts and starts to climb -To where the apple-bearing country ends -And pleasant-pastured hills rise sweet with thyme, -Where clinking sheepbells make a broken chime -And sunwarm gorses rich the air with scent -And kestrels poise for mice, there Anna went. - -There, in the April, in the garden-close, -One heard her in the morning singing sweet, -Calling the birds from the unbudded rose, -Offering her lips with grains for them to eat. -The redbreasts come with little wiry feet, -Sparrows and tits and all wild feathery things, -Brushing her lifted face with quivering wings. - -Jimmy was taken down into a cell, -He did not need a hand, he made no fuss. -The men were kind 'for what the kid done ... well -The same might come to any one of us.' -They brought him bits of cake at tea time: thus -The love that fashioned all in human ken, -Works in the marvellous hearts of simple men. - -And in the nights (they watched him night and day) -They told him bits of stories through the grating, -Of how the game went at the football play, -And how the rooks outside had started mating. -And all the time they knew the rope was waiting, -And every evening friend would say to friend, -'I hope we've not to drag him at the end.' - -And poor old mother came to see her son, -'The Lord has gave,' she said, 'The Lord has took; -I loved you very dear, my darling one, -And now there's none but God where we can look. -We've got God's promise written in His Book, -He will not fail; but oh, it do seem hard.' -She hired a room outside the prison yard. - -'Where did you get the money for the room? -And how are you living, mother; how'll you live?' -'It's what I'd saved to put me in the tomb, -I'll want no tomb but what the parish give.' -'Mother, I lied to you that time, O forgive, -I brought home half my wages, half I spent, -And you went short that week to pay the rent. - -I went to see'r, I spent my money on her, -And you who bore me paid the cost in pain. -You went without to buy the clothes upon her: -A hat, a locket, and a silver chain. -O mother dear, if all might be again, -Only from last October, you and me; -O mother dear, how different it would be. - -We were so happy in the room together, -Singing at "Binger-Bopper," weren't us, just? -And going a-hopping in the summer weather, -And all the hedges covered white with dust, -And blackberries, and that, and traveller's trust. -I thought her wronged, and true, and sweet, and wise, -The devil takes sweet shapes when he tells lies. - -Mother, my dear, will you forgive your son?' -'God knows I do, Jim, I forgive you, dear; -You didn't know, and couldn't, what you done. -God pity all poor people suffering here, -And may His mercy shine upon us clear, -And may we have His Holy Word for mark, -To lead us to His Kingdom through the dark.' - -'Amen.' 'Amen,' said Jimmy; then they kissed. -The warders watched, the little larks were singing, -A plough team jangled, turning at the rist; -Beyond, the mild cathedral bells were ringing, -The elm-tree rooks were cawing at the springing: -O beauty of the time when winter's done, -And all the fields are laughing at the sun! - -'I s'pose they've brought the line beyond the Knapp?' -'Ah, and beyond the Barcle, so they say.' -'Hearing the rooks begin reminds a chap. -Look queer, the street will, with the lock away; -O God, I'll never see it.' 'Let us pray. -Don't think of that, but think,' the mother said, -'Of men going on long after we are dead. - -Red helpless little things will come to birth, -And hear the whistles going down the line, -And grow up strong and go about the earth, -And have much happier times than yours and mine; -And some day one of them will get a sign, -And talk to folk, and put an end to sin, -And then God's blessed kingdom will begin. - -God dropped a spark down into everyone, -And if we find and fan it to a blaze -It'll spring up and glow like--like the sun, -And light the wandering out of stony ways. -God warms His hands at man's heart when he prays, -And light of prayer is spreading heart to heart; -It'll light all where now it lights a part. - -And God who gave His mercies takes His mercies, -And God who gives beginning gives the end. -I dread my death; but it's the end of curses, -A rest for broken things too broke to mend. -O Captain Christ, our blessed Lord and Friend, -We are two wandered sinners in the mire, -Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire. - -And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it -As of Thy will, however hard to go; -Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it, -Thy help is infinite for us to know. -And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow -May our poor souls be glad and meet agen, -And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.' - -* * * * * - -There was a group outside the prison gate, -Waiting to hear them ring the passing bell, -Waiting as empty people always wait -For the strong toxic of another's hell. -And mother stood there, too, not seeing well, -Praying through tears to let His will be done, -And not to hide His mercy from her son. - -Talk in the little group was passing quick. -'It's nothing now to what it was, to watch.' -'Poor wretched kid, I bet he's feeling sick.' -'Eh? What d'you say, chaps? Someone got a match?' -'They draw a bolt and drop you down a hatch -And break your neck, whereas they used to strangle -In olden times, when you could see them dangle.' - -Some one said, 'Off hats' when the bell began. -Mother was whimpering now upon her knees. -A broken ringing like a beaten pan -It sent the sparrows wavering to the trees. -The wall-top grasses whickered in the breeze, -The broken ringing clanged, clattered and clanged -As though men's bees were swarming, not men hanged. - -Now certain Justice with the pitiless knife. -The white sick chaplain snuffling at the nose. -'I am the resurrection and the life.' -The bell still clangs, the small procession goes, -The prison warders ready ranged in rows. -'Now, Gurney, come, my dear; it's time,' they said. -And ninety seconds later he was dead. - -Some of life's sad ones are too strong to die, -Grief doesn't kill them as it kills the weak, -Sorrow is not for those who sit and cry -Lapped in the love of turning t'other cheek, -But for the noble souls austere and bleak -Who have had the bitter dose and drained the cup -And wait for Death face fronted, standing up. - -As the last man upon the sinking ship, -Seeing the brine creep brightly on the deck, -Hearing aloft the slatting topsails rip, -Ripping to rags among the topmast's wreck, -Yet hoists the new red ensign without speck, -That she, so fair, may sink with colours flying, -So the old widowed mother kept from dying. - -She tottered home, back to the little room, -It was all over for her, but for life; -She drew the blinds, and trembled in the gloom; -'I sat here thus when I was wedded wife; -Sorrow sometimes, and joy; but always strife. -Struggle to live except just at the last, -O God, I thank Thee for the mercies past. - -Harry, my man, when we were courting; eh... -The April morning up the Cony-gree. -How grand he looked upon our wedding day. -"I wish we'd had the bells," he said to me; -And we'd the moon that evening, I and he, -And dew come wet, oh, I remember how, -And we come home to where I'm sitting now. - -And he lay dead here, and his son was born here; -He never saw his son, his little Jim. -And now I'm all alone here, left to mourn here, -And there are all his clothes, but never him. -He's down under the prison in the dim, -With quicklime working on him to the bone, -The flesh I made with many and many a groan. - -Oh, how his little face come, with bright hair, -Dear little face. We made this room so snug; -He sit beside me in his little chair, -I give him real tea sometimes in his mug. -He liked the velvet in the patchwork rug. -He used to stroke it, did my pretty son, -He called it Bunny, little Jimmie done. - -And then he ran so, he was strong at running, -Always a strong one, like his dad at that. -In summertimes I done my sewing sunning, -And he'd be sprawling, playing with the cat. -And neighbours brought their knitting out to chat -Till five o'clock; he had his tea at five; -How sweet life was when Jimmy was alive.' - -* * * * * - -Darkness and midnight, and the midnight chimes. -Another four-and-twenty hours begin, -Darkness again, and many, many times, -The alternating light and darkness spin -Until the face so thin is still more thin, -Gazing each earthly evening wet or fine -For Jimmy coming from work along the line. - -Over her head the Chester wires hum, -Under the bridge the rocking engines flash. -'He's very late this evening, but he'll come -And bring his little packet full of cash -(Always he does) and supper's cracker hash, -That is his favourite food excepting bacon. -They say my boy was hanged; but they're mistaken. - -And sometimes she will walk the cindery mile, -Singing, as she and Jimmy used to do, -Singing 'The parson's dog lep over a stile,' -Along the path where water lilies grow. -The stars are placid on the evening's blue, -Burning like eyes so calm, so unafraid, -On all that God has given and man has made. - -Burning they watch, and mothlike owls come out, -The redbreast warbles shrilly once and stops; -The homing cowman gives his dog a shout, -The lamps are lighted in the village shops. -Silence; the last bird passes; in the copse -The hazels cross the moon, a nightjar spins, -Dew wets the grass, the nightingale begins. - -Singing her crazy song the mother goes, -Singing as though her heart were full of peace, -Moths knock the petals from the dropping rose, -Stars make the glimmering pool a golden fleece, -The moon droops west, but still she does not cease, -The little mice peep out to hear her sing, -Until the inn-man's cockerel shakes his wing. - -And in the sunny dawns of hot Julys, -The labourers going to meadow see her there. -Rubbing the sleep out of their heavy eyes, -They lean upon the parapet to stare; -They see her plaiting basil in her hair, -Basil, the dark red wound-wort, cops of clover, -The blue self-heal and golden Jacks of Dover. - -Dully they watch her, then they turn to go -To that high Shropshire upland of late hay; -Her singing lingers with them as they mow, -And many times they try it, now grave, now gay, -Till, with full throat, over the hills away, -They lift it clear; oh, very clear it towers -Mixed with the swish of many falling flowers. - - - - -'The Widow in the Bye Street' first appeared in _The English Review_ for -February 1912. 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class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A.</em> <span class="small"><br /></span><em class="italics small">All rights reserved</em></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">Second Thousand</em></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + </div> + <div class="align-None container dedication"> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">TO<br /> + MY WIFE</span></p> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">I</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There lived a widow with her only son:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had no wealth nor title to renown,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nor any joyous hours, never one.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She rose from ragged mattress before sun</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And stitched all day until her eyes were red,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And had to stitch, because her man was dead.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sometimes she fell asleep, she stitched so hard,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Letting the linen fall upon the floor;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And hungry cats would steal in from the yard,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And mangy chickens pecked about the door</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Craning their necks so ragged and so sore</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To search the room for bread-crumbs, or for mouse,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But they got nothing in the widow's house.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mostly she made her bread by hemming shrouds</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For one rich undertaker in the High Street,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Who used to pray that folks might die in crowds</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And that their friends might pay to let them lie sweet;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when one died the widow in the Bye Street</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Stitched night and day to give the worm his dole.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The dead were better dressed than that poor soul.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her little son was all her life's delight,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For in his little features she could find</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A glimpse of that dead husband out of sight,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where out of sight is never out of mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And so she stitched till she was nearly blind,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or till the tallow candle end was done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To get a living for her little son.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her love for him being such she would not rest,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was a want which ate her out and in,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Another hunger in her withered breast</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Pressing her woman's bones against the skin.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To make him plump she starved her body thin.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he, he ate the food, and never knew,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He laughed and played as little children do.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When there was little sickness in the place</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She took what God would send, and what God sent</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Never brought any colour to her face</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nor life into her footsteps when she went</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Going, she trembled always withered and bent</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For all went to her son, always the same,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He was first served whatever blessing came.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sometimes she wandered out to gather sticks,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For it was bitter cold there when it snowed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she stole hay out of the farmer's ricks</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For bands to wrap her feet in while she sewed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when her feet were warm and the grate glowed</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She hugged her little son, her heart's desire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With 'Jimmy, ain't it snug beside the fire?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So years went on till Jimmy was a lad</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And went to work as poor lads have to do,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then the widow's loving heart was glad</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To know that all the pains she had gone through</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the years of putting on the screw,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Down to the sharpest turn a mortal can,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Had borne their fruit, and made her child a man.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He got a job at working on the line</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Tipping the earth down, trolly after truck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>From daylight till the evening, wet or fine,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With arms all red from wallowing in the muck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And spitting, as the trolly tipped, for luck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And singing 'Binger' as he swung the pick</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Because the red blood ran in him so quick.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So there was bacon then, at night, for supper</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In Bye Street there, where he and mother stay;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And boots they had, not leaky in the upper,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And room rent ready on the settling day;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And beer for poor old mother, worn and grey,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And fire in frost; and in the widow's eyes</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It seemed the Lord had made earth paradise.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there they sat of evenings after dark</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing their song of 'Binger,' he and she,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her poor old cackle made the mongrels bark</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And 'You sing Binger, mother,' carols he;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By crimes, but that's a good song, that her be':</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then they slept there in the room they shared,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the time fate had his end prepared.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One thing alone made life not perfect sweet:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The mother's daily fear of what would come</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When woman and her lovely boy should meet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When the new wife would break up the old home.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Fear of that unborn evil struck her dumb,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when her darling and a woman met,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She shook and prayed, 'Not her, O God; not yet.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Not yet, dear God, my Jimmy go from me.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then she would subtly question with her son.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Not very handsome, I don't think her be?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'God help the man who marries such an one.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her red eyes peered to spy the mischief done.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She took great care to keep the girls away,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all her trouble made him easier prey.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There was a woman out at Plaister's End,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Light of her body, fifty to the pound,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A copper coin for any man to spend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Lovely to look on when the wits were drowned.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her husband's skeleton was never found,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It lay among the rocks at Glydyr Mor</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where he drank poison finding her a whore.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was not native there, for she belonged</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Out Milford way, or Swansea; no one knew.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had the piteous look of someone wronged,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna,' her name, a widow, last of Triw.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had lived at Plaister's End a year or two;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>At Callow's cottage, renting half an acre;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was a hen-wife and a perfume-maker.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Secret she was; she lived in reputation;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But secret unseen threads went floating out:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her smile, her voice, her face, were all temptation,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All subtle flies to trouble man the trout;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Man to entice, entrap, entangle, flout...</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To take and spoil, and then to cast aside:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Gain without giving was the craft she plied.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she complained, poor lonely widowed soul,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How no one cared, and men were rutters all;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While true love is an ever-burning goal</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Burning the brighter as the shadows fall.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all love's dogs went hunting at the call,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Married or not she took them by the brain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sucked at their hearts and tossed them back again.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like the straw fires lit on Saint John's Eve,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She burned and dwindled in her fickle heart;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For if she wept when Harry took his leave,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her tears were lures to beckon Bob to start.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And if, while loving Bob, a tinker's cart</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Came by, she opened window with a smile</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And gave the tinker hints to wait a while.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She passed for pure; but, years before, in Wales,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Living at Mountain Ash with different men,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her less discretion had inspired tales</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of certain things she did, and how, and when.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Those seven years of youth; we are frantic then.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had been frantic in her years of youth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The tales were not more evil than the truth.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had two children as the fruits of trade</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Though she drank bitter herbs to kill the curse,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Both of them sons, and one she overlaid,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The other one the parish had to nurse.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Now she grew plump with money in her purse,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Passing for pure a hundred miles, I guess,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>From where her little son wore workhouse dress.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There with the Union boys he came and went,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A parish bastard fed on bread and tea,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Wearing a bright tin badge in furthest Gwent,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And no one knowing who his folk could be.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His mother never knew his new name: she,--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She touched the lust of those who served her turn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And chief among her men was Shepherd Ern.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A moody, treacherous man of bawdy mind,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Married to that mild girl from Ercall Hill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whose gentle goodness made him more inclined</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To hotter sauces sharper on the bill.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The new lust gives the lecher the new thrill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The new wine scratches as it slips the throat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The new flag is so bright by the old boat.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern was her man to buy her bread and meat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Half of his weekly wage was hers to spend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She used to mock 'How is your wife, my sweet?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or wail, 'O, Ernie, how is this to end?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or coo, 'My Ernie is without a friend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She cannot understand my precious life,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Ernie would go home and beat his wife.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So the four souls are ranged, the chess-board set,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Brought it to come to being that they met</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>After so many years of lying in wait.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While we least think it he prepares his Mate.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">II</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>October Fair-time is the time for fun,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For all the street is hurdled into rows</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Lemster sheep which pant and seem to doze,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And stalls of hardbake and galanty shows,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And cheapjacks smashing crocks, and trumpets blowing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the loud organ of the horses going.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There you can buy blue ribbons for your girl</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or take her in a swing-boat tossing high,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or hold her fast when all the horses whirl</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Round to the steam pipe whanging at the sky,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or stand her cockshies at the cocoa-shy,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or buy her brooches with her name in red,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or Queen Victoria done in gingerbread.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then there are rifle shots at tossing balls,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'And if you hit you get a good cigar.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And strength-whackers for lads to lamm with mauls,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Cheshire cheeses on a greasy spar.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The country folk flock in from near and far,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Women and men, like blow-flies to the roast,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All love the fair; but Anna loved it most.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna was all agog to see the fair;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She made Ern promise to be there to meet her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To arm her round to all the pleasures there,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And buy her ribbons for her neck, and treat her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So that no woman at the fair should beat her</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In having pleasure at a man's expense.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She planned to meet him at the chapel fence.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So Ernie went; and Jimmy took his mother,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dressed in her finest with a Monmouth shawl,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there was such a crowd she thought she'd smother,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And O, she loved a pep'mint above all.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Clash go the crockeries where the cheapjacks bawl,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He hunted for her up and down the place,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Raging and snapping like a working brew.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when I've done for him I'll go for you.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For his poor little children back at home</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Not finding her, he went into an inn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Busy with ringing till and scratching matches.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where thirsty drovers mingled stout with gin</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And three or four Welsh herds were singing catches.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The swing-doors clattered, letting in in snatches</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The noises of the fair, now low, now loud.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern called for beer and glowered at the crowd.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While he was glowering at his drinking there</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In came the gipsy Bessie, hawking toys;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A bold-eyed strapping harlot with black hair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One of the tribe which camped at Shepherd's Bois.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She lured him out of inn into the noise</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of the steam-organ where the horses spun,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And so the end of all things was begun.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Newness in lust, always the old in love.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Put up your toys,' he said, 'and come along,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We'll have a turn of swing-boats up above,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And see the murder when they strike the gong.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Don't 'ee,' she giggled. 'My, but ain't you strong.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And where's your proper girl? You don't know me.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I do.' 'You don't.' 'Why, then, I will,' said he.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna was late because the cart which drove her</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Called for her late (the horse had broke a trace),</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was all dressed and scented for her lover,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her bright blue blouse had imitation lace,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The paint was red as roses on her face,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She hummed a song, because she thought to see</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How envious all the other girls would be.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When she arrived and found her Ernie gone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her bitter heart thought, 'This is how it is.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Keeping me waiting while the sports are on:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Promising faithful, too, and then to miss.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O, Ernie, won't I give it you for this.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And looking up she saw a couple cling,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern with his arm round Bessie in the swing.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern caught her eye and spat, and cut her dead,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bessie laughed hardly, in the gipsy way.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna, though blind with fury, tossed her head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Biting her lips until the red was grey,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For bitter moments given, bitter pay,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The time for payment comes, early or late,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What Ern should suffer if he turned agen,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Within a little ring of farming men.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then the ram butted and the game began,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The good old wrestling game of Ram and Man,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>At which none knows the hunter from the hunted.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Come and see Jimmy have his belly bunted.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Good tup. Good Jim. Good Jimmy. Sick him, Rover,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>By dang, but Jimmy's got him fairly over.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then there was clap of hands and Jimmy grinned</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And took five silver shillings from his backers,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And said th'old tup had put him out of wind</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or else he'd take all comers at the Whackers.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And some made rude remarks of rams and knackers,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And mother shook to get her son alone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So's to be sure he hadn't broke a bone.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>None but the lucky man deserves the fair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For lucky men have money and success,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Things that a whore is very glad to share,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or dip, at least, a finger in the mess.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anne, with her raddled cheeks and Sunday dress,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Smiled upon Jimmy, seeing him succeed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As though to say, 'You are a man, indeed.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All the great things of life are swiftly done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Creation, death, and love the double gate.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>However much we dawdle in the sun</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We have to hurry at the touch of Fate;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When Life knocks at the door no one can wait,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When Death makes his arrest we have to go.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And so with love, and Jimmy found it so.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love, the sharp spear, went pricking to the bone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In that one look, desire and bitter aching,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Longing to have that woman all alone</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For her dear beauty's sake all else forsaking;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And sudden agony that set him shaking</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Lest she, whose beauty made his heart's blood cruddle,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Should be another man's to kiss and cuddle.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was beside him when he left the ring,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her soft dress brushed against him as he passed her;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He thought her penny scent a sweeter thing</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Than precious ointment out of alabaster;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love, the mild servant, makes a drunken master.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She smiled, half sadly, out of thoughtful eyes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the strong young man was easy prize.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She spoke, to take him, seeing him a sheep,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'How beautiful you wrastled with the ram,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It made me all go tremble just to peep,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I am that fond of wrastling, that I am.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Why, here's your mother, too. Good-evening, ma'am.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I was just telling Jim how well he done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How proud you must be of so fine a son.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Old mother blinked, while Jimmy hardly knew</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whether he knew the woman there or not;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But well he knew, if not, he wanted to,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Joy of her beauty ran in him so hot,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Old trembling mother by him was forgot,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While Anna searched the mother's face, to know</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whether she took her for a whore or no.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The woman's maxim, 'Win the woman first,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Made her be gracious to the withered thing.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'This being in crowds do give one such a thirst,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I wonder if they've tea going at "The King"?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My throat's that dry my very tongue do cling,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Perhaps you'd take my arm, we'd wander up</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>(If you'd agree) and try and get a cup.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come, ma'am, a cup of tea would do you good;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There's nothing like a nice hot cup of tea</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>After the crowd and all the time you've stood;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And "The King's" strict, it isn't like "The Key,"</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Now, take my arm, my dear, and lean on me.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy's mother, being nearly blind,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Took Anna's arm, and only thought her kind.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So off they set, with Anna talking to her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How nice the tea would be after the crowd,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And mother thinking half the time she knew her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy's heart's blood ticking quick and loud,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Death beside him knitting at his shroud,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the High Street babbling with the fair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And white October clouds in the blue air.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So tea was made, and down they sat to drink;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O the pale beauty sitting at the board!</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There is more death in women than we think,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There is much danger in the soul adored,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The white hands bring the poison and the cord;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Death has a lodge in lips as red as cherries,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Death has a mansion in the yew-tree berries.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They sat there talking after tea was done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy blushed at Anna's sparkling looks,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna flattered mother on her son,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Catching both fishes on her subtle hooks.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With twilight, tea and talk in ingle-nooks,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And music coming up from the dim street,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mother had never known a fair so sweet.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Now cow-bells clink, for milking-time is come,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The drovers stack the hurdles into carts,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>New masters drive the straying cattle home,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Many a young calf from his mother parts,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hogs straggle back to sty by fits and starts;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The farmers take a last glass at the inns,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now the frolic of the fair begins.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All of the side shows of the fair are lighted,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Flares and bright lights, and brassy cymbals clanging,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Beginning now' and 'Everyone's invited,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Shatter the pauses of the organ's whanging,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The Oldest Show on Earth and the Last Hanging,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The Murder in the Red Barn,' with real blood,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The rifles crack, the Sally shy-sticks thud.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna walked slowly homewards with her prey,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Holding old tottering mother's weight upon her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And pouring in sweet poison on the way</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of 'Such a pleasure, ma'am, and such an honour,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And 'One's so safe with such a son to con her</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Through all the noises and through all the press,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Boys daredn't squirt tormenters on her dress.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>At mother's door they stop to say 'Good-night.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And mother must go in to set the table.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna pretended that she felt a fright</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To go alone through all the merry babel:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My friends are waiting at "The Cain and Abel,"</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Just down the other side of Market Square,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It'd be a mercy if you'd set me there.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So Jimmy came, while mother went inside;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna has got her victim in her clutch.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy, all blushing, glad to be her guide,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thrilled by her scent, and trembling at her touch.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was all white and dark, and said not much;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She sighed, to hint that pleasure's grave was dug,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And smiled within to see him such a mug.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They passed the doctor's house among the trees,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She sighed so deep that Jimmy asked her why.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'm too unhappy upon nights like these,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When everyone has happiness but I!'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Then, aren't you happy?' She appeared to cry,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Blinked with her eyes, and turned away her head:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Not much; but some men understand,' she said.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her voice caught lightly on a broken note,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy half-dared but dared not touch her hand,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Yet all his blood went pumping in his throat</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Beside the beauty he could understand,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Death stopped knitting at the muffling band.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The shroud is done,' he muttered, 'toe to chin.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He snapped the ends, and tucked his needles in.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy, half stammering, choked, 'Has any man----'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He stopped, she shook her head to answer 'No.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Then tell me.' 'No. P'raps some day, if I can.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It hurts to talk of some things ever so.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But you're so different. There, come, we must go</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>None but unhappy women know how good</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It is to meet a soul who's understood.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No. Wait a moment. May I call you Anna?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Perhaps. There must be nearness 'twixt us two.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love in her face hung out his bloody banner,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all love's clanging trumpets shocked and blew.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'When we got up to-day we never knew.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That must come later when we know our minds,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We must agree to keep this evening white,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the dancers whirling in the fair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'But it begins again with you for friend.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A lovely fragile thing for him to tend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Grace beyond measure, beauty without end.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I never knew what people meant before.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come just another short turn down the street,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The whole life's bubbling up for you and I.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Somehow I feel to-morrow we may die.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come just as far as to the blacksmith's light.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But 'No' said Anna; 'Not to-night. Good-night.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All the tides triumph when the white moon fills.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Down in the race the toppling waters shout,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The breakers shake the bases of the hills,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There is a thundering where the streams go out,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the wise shipman puts his ship about</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Seeing the gathering of those waters wan,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But what when love makes high tide in a man?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy walked home with all his mind on fire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One lovely face for ever set in flame.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He shivered as he went, like tautened wire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Surge after surge of shuddering in him came</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then swept out repeating one sweet name,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, O Anna,' to the evening star.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna was sipping whiskey in the bar.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So back to home and mother Jimmy wandered,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thinking of Plaister's End and Anna's lips.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He ate no supper worth the name, but pondered</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>On Plaister's End hedge, scarlet with ripe hips,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And of the lovely moon there in eclipse,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And how she must be shining in the house</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Behind the hedge of those old dog-rose boughs.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Old mother cleared away. The clock struck eight.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Why, boy, you've left your bacon, lawks a me,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So that's what comes of having tea so late,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Another time you'll go without your tea.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Your father liked his cup, too, didn't he,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Always "another cup" he used to say,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He never went without on any day.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How nice the lady was and how she talked,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I've never had a nicer fair, not ever.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'She said she'd like to see us if we walked</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To Plaister's End, beyond by Watersever.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nice-looking woman, too, and that, and clever;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We might go round one evening, p'raps, we two;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or I might go, if it's too far for you.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No,' said the mother, 'we're not folk for that;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Meet at the fair and that, and there an end.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Rake out the fire and put out the cat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>These fairs are sinful, tempting folk to spend.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of course she spoke polite and like a friend;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of course she had to do, and so I let her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But now it's done and past, so I forget her.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I don't see why forget her. Why forget her?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She treat us kind. She weren't like everyone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I never saw a woman I liked better,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he's not easy pleased, my father's son.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So I'll go round some night when work is done.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, Jim, my dear, trust mother, there's a dear.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Well, so I do, but sometimes you're so queer.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She blinked at him out of her withered eyes</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Below her lashless eyelids red and bleared.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her months of sacrifice had won the prize,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her Jim had come to what she always feared.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And yet she doubted, so she shook and peered</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And begged her God not let a woman take</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The lovely son whom she had starved to make.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Doubting, she stood the dishes in the rack,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'We'll ask her in some evening, then,' she said,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'How nice her hair looked in the bit of black.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And still she peered from eyes all dim and red</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To note at once if Jimmy drooped his head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or if his ears blushed when he heard her praised,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy blushed and hung his head and gazed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'This is the end,' she thought. 'This is the end.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll have to sew again for Mr Jones,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Do hems when I can hardly see to mend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And have the old ache in my marrow-bones.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when his wife's in child-bed, when she groans,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She'll send for me until the pains have ceased,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And give me leavings at the christening feast.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And sit aslant to eye me as I eat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"You're only wanted here, ma'am, for to-day,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Just for the christ'ning party, for the treat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Don't ever think I mean to let you stay;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Two's company, three's none, that's what I say."</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life can be bitter to the very bone</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When one is poor, and woman, and alone.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy,' she said, still doubting, 'Come, my dear,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Let's have our "Binger," 'fore we go to bed,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then 'The parson's dog,' she cackled clear,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Lep over stile,' she sang, nodding her head.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'His name was little Binger.' 'Jim,' she said,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Binger, now, chorus' ... Jimmy kicked the hob,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The sacrament of song died in a sob.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy went out into the night to think</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Under the moon so steady in the blue.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The woman's beauty ran in him like drink,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The fear that men had loved her burnt him through;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The fear that even then another knew</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All the deep mystery which women make</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To hide the inner nothing made him shake.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, I love you, and I always shall.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He looked towards Plaister's End beyond Cot Hills.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A white star glimmered in the long canal,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A droning from the music came in thrills.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love is a flame to burn out human wills,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love is a flame to set the will on fire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One of the three, we make Love what we choose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But Jimmy did not know, he only thought</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That Anna was too beautiful to lose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That she was all the world and he was naught,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That it was sweet, though bitter, to be caught.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, I love you.' Underneath the moon,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I shall go mad unless I see you soon.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The fair's lights threw aloft a misty glow.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The organ whangs, the giddy horses reel,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The rifles cease, the folk begin to go,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The hands unclamp the swing-boats from the wheel,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There is a smell of trodden orange peel;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The organ drones and dies, the horses stop,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then the tent collapses from the top.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The fair is over, let the people troop,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The drunkards stagger homewards down the gutters,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The showmen heave in an excited group,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The poles tilt slowly down, the canvas flutters,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The mauls knock out the pins, the last flare sputters.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Lower away.' 'Go easy.' 'Lower, lower.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You've dang near knock my skull in. Loose it slower.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Back in the horses.' 'Are the swing-boats loaded?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'All right to start.' 'Bill, where's the cushion gone?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The red one for the Queen?' 'I think I stowed it.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You think, you think. Lord, where's that cushion, John?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It's in that bloody box you're sitting on,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What more d'you want?' A concertina plays</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Far off as wandering lovers go their ways.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Up the dim Bye Street to the market-place</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The dead bones of the fair are borne in carts,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Horses and swing-boats at a funeral pace</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>After triumphant hours quickening hearts;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A policeman eyes each waggon as it starts,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The drowsy showmen stumble half asleep,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One of them catcalls, having drunken deep.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So out, over the pass, into the plain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the dawn finds them filling empty cans</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In some sweet-smelling dusty country lane,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where a brook chatters over rusty pans.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The iron chimneys of the caravans</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Smoke as they go. And now the fair has gone</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To find a new pitch somewhere further on.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But as the fair moved out two lovers came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ernie and Bessie loitering out together;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bessie with wild eyes, hungry as a flame,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern like a stallion tugging at a tether.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was calm moonlight, and October weather,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So still, so lovely, as they topped the ridge.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They brushed by Jimmy standing on the bridge.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the blood burned in each heart beating there;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And out into the Bye Street tottered mother,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Without her shawl, in the October air.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the two lovers clung in an embrace.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So this was Love, the something he had missed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Woman and man athirst, aflame, alone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Envy went knocking at his marrow-bone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna's face swam up so dim, so fair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Shining and sweet, with poppies in her hair.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">III</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>After the fair, the gang began again.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Tipping the trollies down the banks of earth.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The truck of stone clanks on the endless chain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A clever pony guides it to its berth.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Let go.' It tips, the navvies shout for mirth</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To see the pony step aside, so wise,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when he stopped his shovelling he looked</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over the junipers towards Plaister way,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The beauty of his darling had him hooked,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He had no heart for wrastling with the clay.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O Lord Almighty, I must get away;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The whistle on the pilot engine blew,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The men knocked off, and Jimmy slipped aside</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over the fence, over the bridge, and through,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then ahead along the water-side,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Under the red-brick rail-bridge, arching wide,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over the hedge, across the fields, and on;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The foreman asked: 'Where's Jimmy Gurney gone?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It is a mile and more to Plaister's End,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But Jimmy ran the short way by the stream,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there was Anna's cottage at the bend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With blue smoke on the chimney, faint as steam.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'God, she's at home,' and up his heart a gleam</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Leapt like a rocket on November nights,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And shattered slowly in a burst of lights.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna was singing at her kitchen fire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was surprised, and not well pleased to see</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A sweating navvy, red with heat and mire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come to her door, whoever he might be.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But when she saw that it was Jimmy, she</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Smiled at his eyes upon her, full of pain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And thought, 'But, still, he mustn't come again.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>People will talk; boys are such crazy things;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But he's a dear boy though he is so green.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So, hurriedly, she slipped her apron strings,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And dabbed her hair, and wiped her fingers clean,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And came to greet him languid as a queen,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Looking as sweet, as fair, as pure, as sad,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As when she drove her loving husband mad.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Poor boy,' she said, 'Poor boy, how hot you are.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She laid a cool hand to his sweating face.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'How kind to come. Have you been running far?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'm just going out; come up the road a pace.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O dear, these hens; they're all about the place.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So Jimmy shooed the hens at her command,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And got outside the gate as she had planned.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, my dear, I love you; love you, true;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I had to come--I don't know--I can't rest--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I lay awake all night, thinking of you.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Many must love you, but I love you best.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Many have loved me, yes, dear,' she confessed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She smiled upon him with a tender pride,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'But my love ended when my husband died.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love with its fever's at an end for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Be by me gently now the fever ends,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear----</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One who will understand; but life is life,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And those who do not know are so unkind.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But you'll be by me, Jimmy, in the strife,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I love you though I cannot be your wife;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now be off, before the whistle goes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or else you'll lose your quarter, goodness knows.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'When can I see you, Anna? Tell me, dear.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To-night? To-morrow? Shall I come to-night?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy, my friend, I cannot have you here;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But when I come to town perhaps we might.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dear, you must go; no kissing; you can write,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern).</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If we were only free, dear, free to meet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But my dead husband lies under the sheet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But though my heart is buried in his grave</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Something might be--friendship and utter trust--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And you, my dear starved little Jim shall have</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Flowers of friendship from my dead heart's dust;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life would be sweet if men would never lust.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Why do you, Jimmy? Tell me sometime, dear,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Why men are always what we women fear.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Not now. Good-bye; we understand, we two,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And life, O Jim, how glorious life is;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>This sunshine in my heart is due to you;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I was so sad, and life has given this.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I think "I wish I had something of his,"</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Do give me something, will you be so kind?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Something to keep you always in my mind.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That as she stood to watch him from the gate</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her heart was half amusement, half contempt,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She blew him kisses till he passed the turn.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The whistle blew before he reached the line;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The foreman asked him what the hell he meant,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whether a duke had asked him out to dine,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or if he thought the bag would pay his rent?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jim was fined before the foreman went.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But still his spirit glowed from Anna's words,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Cooed in the voice so like a singing bird's.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O Anna, darling, you shall have a present;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'd give you golden gems if I were rich,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And everything that's sweet and all that's pleasant.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He dropped his pick as though he had a stitch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And stared tow'rds Plaister's End, past Bushe's Pitch.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O beauty, what I have to give I'll give,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All mine is yours, beloved, while I live.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All through the afternoon his pick was slacking,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His eyes were always turning west and south,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The foreman was inclined to send him packing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But put it down to after fair-day drouth;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He looked at Jimmy with an ugly mouth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy slacked, and muttered in a moan,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My love, my beautiful, my very own.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So she had loved. Another man had had her;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had been his with passion in the night;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>An agony of envy made him sadder,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Yet stabbed a pang of bitter-sweet delight--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O he would keep his image of her white.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The foreman cursed, stepped up, and asked him flat</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What kind of gum-tree he was gaping at.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was Jim's custom, when the pay day came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To take his weekly five and twenty shilling</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Back in the little packet to his dame;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Not taking out a farthing for a filling,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nor twopence for a pot, for he was willing</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That she should have it all to save or spend.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But love makes many lovely customs end.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Next pay day came and Jimmy took the money,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But not to mother, for he meant to buy</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A thirteen-shilling locket for his honey,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whatever bellies hungered and went dry,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A silver heart-shape with a ruby eye.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He bought the thing and paid the shopman's price,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And hurried off to make the sacrifice.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Is it for me? You dear, dear generous boy.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How sweet of you. I'll wear it in my dress.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When you're beside me life is such a joy,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You bring the sun to solitariness.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She brushed his jacket with a light caress,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His arms went round her fast, she yielded meek;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He had the happiness to kiss her cheek.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My dear, my dear.' 'My very dear, my Jim,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How very kind my Jimmy is to me;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I ache to think that some are harsh to him;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Not like my Jimmy, beautiful and free.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My darling boy, how lovely it would be</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If all would trust as we two trust each other.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy's heart grew hard against his mother.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She, poor old soul, was waiting in the gloom</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For Jimmy's pay, that she could do the shopping.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The clock ticked out a solemn tale of doom;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Clogs on the bricks outside went clippa-clopping,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The owls were coming out and dew was dropping.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The bacon burnt, and Jimmy not yet home.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The clock was ticking dooms out like a gnome.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'What can have kept him that he doesn't come?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, they'd tell me if he'd come to hurt.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The unknown, unseen evil struck her numb,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She saw his body bloody in the dirt,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She saw the life blood pumping through the shirt,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She saw him tipsy in the navvies' booth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She saw all forms of evil but the truth.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>At last she hurried up the line to ask</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If Jim were hurt or why he wasn't back.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She found the watchman wearing through his task;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over the fire basket in his shack;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Behind, the new embankment rose up black.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Gurney?' he said. 'He'd got to see a friend.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Where?' 'I dunno. I think out Plaister's End.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thanking the man, she tottered down the hill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The long-feared fang had bitten to the bone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The brook beside her talked as water will</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That it was lonely singing all alone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The night was lonely with the water's tone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she was lonely to the very marrow.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love puts such bitter poison on Fate's arrow.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She went the long way to them by the mills,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She told herself that she must find her son.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The night was ominous of many ills;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The soughing larch-clump almost made her run,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her boots hurt (she had got a stone in one)</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And bitter beaks were tearing at her liver</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That her boy's heart was turned from her forever.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She kept the lane, past Spindle's, past the Callows',</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her lips still muttering prayers against the worst,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there were people coming from the sallows,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Along the wild duck patch by Beggar's Hurst.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Being in moonlight mother saw them first,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She saw them moving in the moonlight dim,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A woman with a sweet voice saying 'Jim.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Trembling she grovelled down into the ditch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They wandered past her pressing side to side.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O Anna, my belov'd, if I were rich.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was her son, and Anna's voice replied,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Dear boy, dear beauty boy, my love and pride.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he: 'It's but a silver thing, but I</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Will earn you better lockets by and bye.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Dear boy, you mustn't.' 'But I mean to do.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'What was that funny sort of noise I heard?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Where?' 'In the hedge; a sort of sob or coo.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Listen. It's gone.' 'It may have been a bird.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim tossed a stone but mother never stirred.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She hugged the hedgerow, choking down her pain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While the hot tears were blinding in her brain.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The two passed on, the withered woman rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For many minutes she could only shake,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Staring ahead with trembling little 'Oh's,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The noise a very frightened child might make.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O God, dear God, don't let the woman take</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My little son, God, not my little Jim.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, I'll have to starve if I lose him.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So back she trembled, nodding with her head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Laughing and trembling in the bursts of tears,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her ditch-filled boots both squelching in the tread,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her shopping-bonnet sagging to her ears,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her heart too dumb with brokenness for fears.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The nightmare whickering with the laugh of death</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Could not have added terror to her breath.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She reached the house, and: 'I'm all right,' said she,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll just take off my things; but I'm all right,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'd be all right with just a cup of tea,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If I could only get this grate to light,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The paper's damp and Jimmy's late to-night;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"Belov'd, if I was rich," was what he said,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O Jim, I wish that God would kill me dead.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While she was blinking at the unlit grate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Scratching the moistened match-heads off the wood,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She heard Jim coming, so she reached his plate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And forked the over-frizzled scraps of food.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You're late,' she said, 'and this yer isn't good,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whatever makes you come in late like this?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I've been to Plaister's End, that's how it is.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You've been to Plaister's End?'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Yes.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I've been staying</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For money for the shopping ever so.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Down here we can't get victuals without paying,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There's no trust down the Bye Street, as you know,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now it's dark and it's too late to go.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You've been to Plaister's End. What took you there?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The lady who was with us at the fair.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The lady, eh? The lady?'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Yes, the lady.'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You've been to see her?'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Yes.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'What happened then?'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I saw her.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Yes. And what filth did she trade ye?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or d'you expect your locket back agen?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I know the rotten ways of whores with men.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What did it cost ye?'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'What did what cost?'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I don't know what you mean.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy, my own.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Don't lie to mother, boy, for mother knows.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I know you and that lady to the bone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she's a whore, that thing you call a rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A whore who takes whatever male thing goes;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A harlot with the devil's skill to tell</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The special key of each man's door to hell.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You can't tell women like a woman can;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A strumpet tells a lie to win a man,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Women were liars since the world began;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she's a liar, branded in the eyes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A rotten liar, who inspires lies.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I say she's not.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You've seen her often in the last few days,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's given a love as makes you come in weary</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To lie to me before going out to laze.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's tempted you into the devil's ways,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's robbing you, full fist, of what you earn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In God's name, what's she giving in return?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Her faith, my dear, and that's enough for me.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Her faith. Her faith. O Jimmy, listen, dear;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love doesn't ask for faith, my son, not he;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He asks for life throughout the live-long year,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And life's a test for any plough to ere</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life tests a plough in meadows made of stones,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love takes a toll of spirit, mind and bones.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I know a woman's portion when she loves,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's hers to give, my darling, not to take;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It isn't lockets, dear, nor pairs of gloves,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It isn't marriage bells nor wedding cake,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's up and cook, although the belly ache;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And bear the child, and up and work again,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And count a sick man's grumble worth the pain.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Will she do this, and fifty times as much?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No. I don't ask her.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No. I warrant, no.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's one to get a young fool in her clutch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And you're a fool to let her trap you so.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I was so happy, dear, before she came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now I'm going to the grave in shame.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For fifteen years I got you all you had,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You were my little son, made in my womb,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Left all to me, for God had took your dad,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You were a good son, doing all I bade,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Until this strumpet came from God knows where,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now you lie, and I am in despair.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy, I won't say more. I know you think</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That I don't know, being just a withered old,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With chaps all fallen in and eyes that blink,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And hands that tremble so they cannot hold.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A bag of bones to put in churchyard mould,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A red-eyed hag beside your evening star.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy gulped, and thought 'By God, you are.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Well, if I am, my dear, I don't pretend.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I got my eyes red, Jimmy, making you.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My dear, before our love time's at an end</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Think just a minute what it is you do.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If this were right, my dear, you'd tell me true;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You don't, and so it's wrong; you lie; and she</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Lies too, or else you wouldn't lie to me.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Women and men have only got one way</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And that way's marriage; other ways are lust.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If you must marry this one, then you may,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If not you'll drop her.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No.' 'I say you must.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or bring my hairs with sorrow to the dust.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Marry your whore, you'll pay, and there an end.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My God, you shall not have a whore for friend.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>By God, you shall not, not while I'm alive.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Never, so help me God, shall that thing be.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If she's a woman fit to touch she'll wive,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If not she's whore, and she shall deal with me.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And may God's blessed mercy help us see</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And may He make my Jimmy count the cost,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My little boy who's lost, as I am lost.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>People in love cannot be won by kindness,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And opposition makes them feel like martyrs.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When folk are crazy with a drunken blindness,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's best to flog them with each other's garters,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And have the flogging done by Shropshire carters,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Born under Ercall where the while stones lie;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ercall that smells of honey in July.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy said nothing in reply, but thought</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That mother was an old, hard jealous thing.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll love my girl through good and ill report,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I shall be true whatever grief it bring.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And in his heart he heard the death-bell ring</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For mother's death, and thought what it would be</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To bury her in churchyard and be free.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He saw the narrow grave under the wall,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Home without mother nagging at his dear,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna there with him at evenfall,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bidding him dry his eyes and be of cheer.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The death that took poor mother brings me near,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nearer than we have ever been before,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Near as the dead one came, but dearer, more.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Good-night, my son,' said mother. 'Night,' he said.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He dabbed her brow wi's lips and blew the light,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She lay quite silent crying on the bed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Stirring no limb, but crying through the night.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He slept, convinced that he was Anna's knight.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when he went to work he left behind</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Money for mother crying herself blind.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>After that night he came to Anna's call,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mother had no more share in him at all;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All that the mother had was Anna's leavings.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You put less mizzle on your bit of Dick,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or get your time, I'll have no slackers here,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I've had my eye on you too long, my dear.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy pondered while the man attacked,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'd see her all day long if I were sacked.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And trembling mother thought, 'I'll go to see'r.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She'd give me back my boy if she were told</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Just what he is to me, my pretty dear:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She wouldn't leave me starving in the cold,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like what I am.' But she was weak and old.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She thought, 'But if I ask her, I'm afraid</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He'd hate me ever after,' so she stayed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">IV</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bessie, the gipsy, got with child by Ern,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She joined her tribe again at Shepherd's Meen,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In that old quarry overgrown with fern,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where goats are tethered on the patch of green.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There she reflected on the fool she'd been,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And plaited kipes and waited for the bastard,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And thought that love was glorious while it lasted.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Ern the moody man went moody home,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To that most gentle girl from Ercall Hill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And bade her take a heed now he had come,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or else, by cripes, he'd put her through the mill.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He didn't want her love, he'd had his fill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thank you, of her, the bread and butter sack.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna heard that Shepherd Ern was back.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Back. And I'll have him back to me,' she muttered,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'This lovesick boy of twenty, green as grass,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Has made me wonder if my brains are buttered,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He, and his lockets, and his love, the ass.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I don't know why he comes. Alas! alas!</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God knows I want no love; but every sun</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I bolt my doors on some poor loving one.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It breaks my heart to turn them out of doors,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I hear them crying to me in the rain;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One, with a white face, curses, one implores,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"Anna, for God's sake, let me in again,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna, belov'd, I cannot bear the pain."</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like hoovey sheep bleating outside a fold</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"Anna, belov'd, I'm in the wind and cold."</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I want no men. I'm weary to the soul</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of men like moths about a candle flame,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of men like flies about a sugar bowl,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Acting alike, and all wanting the same,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My dreamed-of swirl of passion never came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>No man has given me the love I dreamed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But in the best of each one something gleamed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If my dear darling were alive, but he...</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He was the same; he didn't understand.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The eyes of that dead child are haunting me,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I only turned the blanket with my hand.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It didn't hurt, he died as I had planned.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A little skinny creature, weak and red;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It looked so peaceful after it was dead.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I have been all alone, in spite of all.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Never a light to help me place my feet:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I have had many a pain and many a fall.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life's a long headache in a noisy street,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love at the budding looks so very sweet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Men put such bright disguises on their lust,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then it all goes crumble into dust.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy the same, dear, lovely Jimmy, too,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He goes the self-same way the others went:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I shall bring sorrow to those eyes of blue.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He asks the love I'm sure I never meant.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Am I to blame? And all his money spent!</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Men make this shutting doors such cruel pain.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O, Ern, I want you in my life again.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>On Sunday afternoons the lovers walk</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Arm within arm, dressed in their Sunday best,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The man with the blue necktie sucks a stalk,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The woman answers when she is addressed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>On quiet country stiles they sit to rest,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And after fifty years of wear and tear</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They think how beautiful their courtships were.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy and Anna met to walk together</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The Sunday after Shepherd Ern returned;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna's hat was lovely with a feather</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bought and dyed blue with money Jimmy earned.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They walked towards Callows Farm, and Anna yearned:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Dear boy,' she said, 'This road is dull to-day,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Suppose we turn and walk the other way.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They turned, she sighed. 'What makes you sigh?' he asked.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Thinking,' she said, 'thinking and grieving, too.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Perhaps some wicked woman will come masked</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Into your life, my dear, to ruin you.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And trusting every woman as you do</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It might mean death to love and be deceived;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You'd take it hard, I thought, and so I grieved.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Dear one, dear Anna.' 'O my lovely boy,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life is all golden to the finger tips.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What will be must be: but to-day's a joy.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Reach me that lovely branch of scarlet hips.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He reached and gave; she put it to her lips.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'And here,' she said, 'we come to Plaister Turns.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then she chose the road to Shepherd Ern's.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As the deft angler, when the fishes rise,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Flicks on the broadening circle over each</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The delicatest touch of dropping flies,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then pulls more line and whips a longer reach,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Longing to feel the rod bend, the reel screech,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And the quick comrade net the monster out,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So Anna played the fly over her trout.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Twice she passed, thrice, she with the boy beside her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A lovely fly, hooked for a human heart,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She passed his little gate, while Jimmy eyed her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Feeling her beauty tear his soul apart:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then did the great trout rise, the great pike dart,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The gate went clack, a man came up the hill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She would not look behind, she looked ahead.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A golden white rose faintly flushed with red.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Cold and surprised, but interested too,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To see how much he felt the hook inside him,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And how much be surmised, and Jimmy knew,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And if her beauty still could make him do</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The love tricks he had gambolled in the past.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A glow shot through her that her fish was grassed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Evening,' she said. 'Good evening.' Jimmy felt</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jealous and angry at the shepherd's tone;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He longed to hit the fellow's nose a belt,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He wanted his beloved his alone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A fellow's girl should be a fellow's own.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim might have been in China by his manner.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Under the chin to knock him out of time,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She frowned, and blinked and spoke again to Ern.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I hear the gipsy has a row to hoe.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The more you hear,' he said, 'the less you'll learn.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'We've just come out,' she said, 'to take a turn;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Suppose you come along: the more the merrier.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'All right,' he said, 'but how about the terrier?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He cocked an eye at Jimmy. 'Does he bite?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy blushed scarlet. 'He's a dear,' said she.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern walked a step, 'Will you be in to-night?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She shook her head, 'I doubt if that may be.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim, here's a friend who wants to talk to me,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So will you go and come another day?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By crimes, I won't!' said Jimmy, 'I shall stay.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I thought he bit,' said Ern, and Anna smiled,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jimmy saw the smile and watched her face</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>While all the jealous devils made him wild;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A third in love is always out of place;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then her gentle body full of grace</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Leaned to him sweetly as she tossed her head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Perhaps we two'll be getting on,' she said.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They walked, but Jimmy turned to watch the third.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'm here, not you,' he said; the shepherd grinned:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna was smiling sweet without a word;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She got the scarlet berry branch unpinned.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It's cold,' she said, 'this evening, in the wind.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A quick glance showed that Jimmy didn't mind her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She beckoned with the berry branch behind her,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then dropped it gently on the broken stones,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Preoccupied, unheeding, walking straight,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Saying 'You jealous boy,' in even tones,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Looking so beautiful, so delicate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Being so very sweet: but at her gate</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She felt her shoe unlaced and looked to know</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If Ern had taken up the sprig or no.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He had, she smiled. 'Anna,' said Jimmy sadly,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'That man's not fit to be a friend of yourn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He's nobbut just an oaf; I love you madly,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And hearing you speak kind to'm made me burn.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Who is he then?' She answered 'Shepherd Ern,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A pleasant man, an old, old friend of mine.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By cripes, then, Anna, drop him, he's a swine.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy,' she said, 'you must have faith in me,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Faith's all the battle in a love like ours.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You must believe, my darling, don't you see</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That life to have its sweets must have its sours.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Love isn't always two souls picking flowers.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You must have faith. I give you all I can.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What, can't I say "Good evening" to a man?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Yes,' he replied, 'But not a man like him.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Why not a man like him?' she said, 'What next?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Among the daisies that the cold had kexed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Proud and imperious with a lifting lip,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Blazing within, but outwardly controlled;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He had a colt's first instant of the whip.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The long lash curled to cut a second strip.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You to presume to teach. Of course, I know</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You're mother's Sunday scholar, aren't you? Go.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She slammed the door behind her, clutching skirts.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna.' He heard her bedroom latches thud.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He learned at last how bitterly love hurts;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He longed to cut her throat and see her blood,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To stamp her blinking eyeballs into mud.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Anna, by God!' Love's many torments make</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That tune soon change to 'Dear, for Jesus' sake.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He beat the door for her. She never stirred,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But primming bitter lips before her glass;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Admired her hat as though she hadn't heard,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And tried her front hair parted, and in mass.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She heard her lover's hasty footsteps pass.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He's gone,' she thought. She crouched below the pane,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And heard him cursing as he tramped the lane.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Rage ran in Jimmy as he tramped the night;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Rage, strongly mingled with a youth's disgust</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>At finding a beloved woman light,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all her precious beauty dirty dust;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A tinsel-varnish gilded over lust.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nothing but that. He sat him down to rage,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Beside the stream whose waters never age.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Plashing, it slithered down the tiny fall</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To eddy wrinkles in the trembling pool</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With that light voice whose music cannot pall,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Always the note of solace, flute-like, cool.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when hot-headed man has been a fool,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He could not do a wiser thing than go</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To that dim pool where purple teazles grow.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He glowered there until suspicion came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Suspicion, anger's bastard, with mean tongue,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To mutter to him till his heart was flame,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And every fibre of his soul was wrung,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That even then Ern and his Anna clung</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mouth against mouth in passionate embrace.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There was no peace for Jimmy in the place.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Raging he hurried back to learn the truth.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The little swinging wicket glimmered white,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The chimney jagged the skyline like a tooth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bells came in swoons for it was Sunday night.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The garden was all dark, but there was light</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Up in the little room where Anna slept:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The hot blood beat his brain; he crept, he crept.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Clutching himself to hear, clutching to know,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Along the path, rustling with withered leaves,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Up to the apple, too decayed to blow,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Which crooked a palsied finger at the eaves.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And up the lichened trunk his body heaves.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dust blinded him, twigs snapped, the branches shook,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He leaned along a mossy bough to look.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nothing at first, except a guttering candle</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Shaking amazing shadows on the ceiling,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then Anna's voice upon a bar of 'Randal,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where have you been:' and voice and music reeling,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Trembling, as though she sang with flooding feeling.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The singing stopped midway upon the stair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then Anna showed in white with loosened hair.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her back was towards him, and she stood awhile,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like a wild creature tossing back her mane,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then her head went back, he saw a smile</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>On the half face half turned towards the pane;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her eyes closed, and her arms went out again.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim gritted teeth, and called upon his Maker,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She drooped into a man's arms there to take her.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Agony first, sharp, sudden, like a knife,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then down the tree to batter at the door;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Open there. Let me in. I'll have your life.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You Jezebel of hell, you painted whore,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Talk about faith, I'll give you faith galore.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The window creaked, a jug of water came</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over his head and neck with certain aim.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Clear out,' said Ern; 'I'm here, not you, to-night,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Clear out. We whip young puppies when they yap.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'If you're a man,' said Jim, 'Come down and fight,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll put a stopper on your ugly chap.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Go home,' said Ern; 'Go home and get your pap.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To kennel, pup, and bid your mother bake</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Some soothing syrup in your puppy cake.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There was a dibble sticking in the bed,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim wrenched it out and swung it swiftly round,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And sent it flying at the shepherd's head:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll give you puppy-cake. Take that, you hound.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The broken glass went clinking to the ground,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The dibble balanced, checked, and followed flat.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My God,' said Ern, 'I'll give you hell for that.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He flung the door ajar with 'Now, my pup--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hold up the candle, Anna--now, we'll see.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By crimes, come on,' said Jimmy; 'Put them up.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come, put them up, you coward, here I be.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Jim, eleven stone, what chance had he</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Against fourteen? but what he could he did;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern swung his right: 'That settles you, my kid.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy went down and out: 'The kid,' said Ern.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'A kid, a sucking puppy; hold the light.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Anna smiled: 'It gave me such a turn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You look so splendid, Ernie, when you fight.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She looked at Jim with: 'Ern, is he all right?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He's coming to.' She shuddered, 'Pah, the brute.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What things he said'; she stirred him with her foot.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You go inside,' said Ern, 'and bolt the door,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll deal with him.' She went and Jimmy stood.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, pup,' said Ern, 'don't come round here no more.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'm here, not you, let that be understood.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I tell you frankly, pup, for your own good.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Give me my hat,' said Jim. He passed the gate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And as he tottered off he called, 'You wait.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Thanks, I don't have to,' Shepherd Ern replied;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You'll do whatever waiting's being done.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The door closed gently as he went inside,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The bolts jarred in the channels one by one.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The light went out, the windows stared out blind.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And in the dim the lovers went upstairs,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His lips entangled in her straying hairs,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And full of shudders as she yearned to him.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all her hair pulled down over her ears;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I saw her kiss him from the apple bough.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They say a whore is always full of wiles,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If it were all a dream I'd kiss her feet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I wish it were a dream for Jesus' sake.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One thing: I bet I made his guzzle ache,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I cop it fair before he sent me down,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll cop him yet some evening on the crown.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, O God, what pretty ways she had,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He's kissing all her skin, so white and soft.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's kissing back. I think I'm going mad.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like rutting rattens in the apple loft.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She held that light she carried high aloft</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Full in my eyes for him to hit me by,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I had the light all dazzling in my eye.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She had her dress all clutched up to her shoulder,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all her naked arm was all one gleam.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's going to freeze to-night, it's turning colder,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I wish there was more water in the stream,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'd drownd myself. Perhaps it's all a dream,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And bye and bye I'll wake and find it stuff;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>By crimes, the pain I suffer's real enough.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>About two hundred yards from Gunder Loss</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He stopped to shudder, leaning on the gate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He bit the touchwood underneath the moss;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Rotten, like her,' he muttered in his hate;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He spat it out again with 'But, you wait,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We'll see again, before to-morrow's past,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All through the night the stream ran to the sea,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The different water always saying the same,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Cat-like, and then a tinkle, never glee,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A lonely little child alone in shame.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>An otter snapped a thorn twig when he came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It drifted down, it passed the Hazel Mill,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It passed the Springs; but Jimmy stayed there still.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over the pointed hill-top came the light</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Out of the mists on Ercall came the sun,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Red like a huntsman halloing after night,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Blowing a horn to rouse up everyone;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Through many glittering cities he had run,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Splashing the wind vanes on the dewy roofs</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With golden sparks struck by his horses' hoofs.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The fireman watched his head of power rise.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work!</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I feel so stiff' I'm very nearly froze.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So over brook and through the fields he goes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And up the line among the navvies' smiles,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Young Jimmy Gurney's been upon the tiles.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The second whistle blew and work began,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy worked too, not knowing what he did,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He tripped and stumbled like a drunken man;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He muddled all, whatever he was bid,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The foreman cursed, 'Good God, what ails the kid?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hi! Gurney. You. We'll have you crocking soon,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You take a lie down till the afternoon.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or would do if a man could, but how could I</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then you come nagging round and never cease?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Well, take the job and give me my release,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">V</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dully he got his time-check from the keeper.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Curse her,' he said; 'and that's the end of whores'--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He stumbled drunkenly across a sleeper--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Give all you have and get kicked out a-doors.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He cashed his time-check at the station stores.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Bett'ring yourself, I hope, Jim,' said the master;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'That's it,' said Jim; 'and so I will do, blast her.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Beyond the bridge, a sharp turn to the right</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Leads to 'The Bull and Boar,' the carters' rest;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>An inn so hidden it is out of sight</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To anyone not coming from the west.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The high embankment hides it with its crest.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Far up above the Chester trains go by,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The drinkers see them sweep against the sky.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Canal men used it when the barges came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The navvies used it when the line was making;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The pigeons strut and sidle, ruffling, tame,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The chuckling brook in front sets shadows shaking.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Cider and beer for thirsty workers' slaking,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A quiet house; like all that God controls,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It is Fate's instrument on human souls.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'll drink and drink--I never did before--</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar';</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Moody he drank; the woman asked him why:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then he sang, so that he should not think,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His Binger-Bopper song, but cut it short.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His wits were working like a brewer's wort</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Until among them came the vision gleaming</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of Ern with bloody nose and Anna screaming.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'That's what I'll do,' he muttered; 'knock him out,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And kick his face in with a running jump.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And she can wash the fragments under pump.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was his ace; but Death had played a trump.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Death the blind beggar chuckled, nodding dumb,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Had tottered out a dozen times to search.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Your father's name's too good a name to smirch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He was so good, my little Jim, so clever;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He never stop a night away, not ever.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He never slept a night away till now,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Never, not once, in all the time he's been.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's the Lord's will, they say, and we must bow,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But O it's like a knife, it cuts so keen!</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He'll work in's Sunday clothes, it'll be seen,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then they'll laugh, and say "It isn't strange;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He slept with her, and so he couldn't change."</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'm wrong; perhaps he's dead;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Killed himself like; folk do in love, they say.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He never tells what passes in his head,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he's been looking late so old and grey.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A railway train has cut his head away,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Like the poor hare we found at Maylow's shack.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God have pity, bring my darling back!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All the high stars went sweeping through the sky,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The sun made all the orient clean, clear gold,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O blessed God,' she prayed, 'do let me die,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or bring my wand'ring lamb back into fold.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The whistle's gone, and all the bacon's cold;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I must know somehow if he's on the line,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He could have bacon sandwich when he dine.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She cut the bread, and started, short of breath,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Up the canal now draining for the rail;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A poor old woman pitted against death,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bringing her pennyworth of love for bail.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Wisdom, beauty, and love may not avail.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She was too late. 'Yes, he was here; oh, yes.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He chucked his job and went.' 'Where?' 'Home, I guess.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Home, but he hasn't been home.' 'Well, he went.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Perhaps you missed him, mother.' 'Or perhaps</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He took the field path yonder through the bent.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He very likely done that, don't he, chaps?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The speaker tested both his trouser straps</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She trembled down the high embankment's ridge</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For forty yards away, beyond the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Even as two soldiers on a fortress wall</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>See the bright fire streak of a coming shell.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Catch breath, and wonder 'Which way will it fall?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To you? to me? or will it all be well?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ev'n so stood life and death, and could not tell</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Whether she'd go to th'inn and find her son,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or take the field and let the doom be done.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No, not the inn,' she thought. 'People would talk.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I couldn't in the open daytime; no.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll just sit here upon the timber balk,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll rest for just a minute and then go.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Resting, her old tired heart began to glow,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Glowed and gave thanks, and thought itself in clover,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He's lost his job, so now she'll throw him over.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sitting, she saw the rustling thistle-kex,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The picks flash bright above, the trollies tip.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The bridge-stone shining, full of silver specks,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And three swift children running down the dip.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A Stoke Saint Michael carter cracked his whip,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The water in the runway made its din.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She half heard singing coming from the inn.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She turned, and left the inn, and took the path</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And 'Brother Life, you lose,' said Brother Death,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Even as the Lord of all appointed hath</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In this great miracle of blood and breath.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He doeth all things well as the book saith,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He bids the changing stars fulfil their turn,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His hand is on us when we least discern.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Slowly she tottered, stopping with the stitch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Catching her breath, 'O lawks, a dear, a dear.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How the poor tubings in my heart do twitch,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It hurts like the rheumatics very near.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And every painful footstep drew her clear</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>From that young life she bore with so much pain.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She never had him to herself again.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Out of the inn came Jimmy, red with drink,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Crying: 'I'll show her. Wait a bit. I'll show her.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You wait a bit. I'm not the kid you think.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'm Jimmy Gurney, champion tupper-thrower,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When I get done with her you'll never know her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Nor him you won't. Out of my way, you fowls,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Or else I'll rip the red things off your jowls.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He went across the fields to Plaister's End.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There was a lot of water in the brook,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sun and white cloud and weather on the mend</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For any man with any eyes to look.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He found old Callow's plough-bat, which he took,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My innings now, my pretty dear,' said he.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You wait a bit. I'll show you. Now you'll see.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her chimney smoke was blowing blue and faint,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The wise duck shook a tail across the pool,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The blacksmith's shanty smelt of burning paint,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Four newly-tired cartwheels hung to cool.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He had loved the place when under Anna's rule.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Now he clenched teeth and flung aside the gate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There at the door they stood. He grinned. 'Now wait.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern had just brought her in a wired hare,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She stood beside him stroking down the fur.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Oh, Ern, poor thing, look how its eyes do stare,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It isn't it,' he answered. 'It's a her.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She stroked the breast and plucked away a bur,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She kissed the pads, and leapt back with a shout,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My God, he's got the spudder. Ern. Look out.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ern clenched his fists. Too late. He felt no pain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Only incredible haste in something swift,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A shock that made the sky black on his brain,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then stillness, while a little cloud went drift.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The weight upon his thigh bones wouldn't lift;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then poultry in a long procession came,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Grey-legged, doing the goose-step, eyes like flame.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Grey-legged old cocks and hens sedate in age,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Marching with jerks as though they moved on springs,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With sidelong hate in round eyes red with rage,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And shouldered muskets clipped by jealous wings,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then an array of horns and stupid things:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sheep on a hill with harebells, hare for dinner.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Hare.' A slow darkness covered up the sinner.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'But little time is right hand fain of blow.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Only a second changes life to death;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hate ends before the pulses cease to go,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There is great power in the stop of breath.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There's too great truth in what the dumb thing saith,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hate never goes so far as that, nor can.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I am what life becomes. D'you hate me, man?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hate with his babbling instant, red and damning,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Passed with his instant, having drunken red.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You've killed him.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No, I've not, he's only shamming.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Get up.' 'He can't.' 'O God, he isn't dead.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O God.' 'Here. Get a basin. Bathe his head.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ernie, for God's sake, what are you playing at?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I only give him one like, with the bat.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Man cannot call the brimming instant back;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Time's an affair of instants spun to days;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>If man must make an instant gold, or black,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Let him, he may, but Time must go his ways.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life may be duller for an instant's blaze.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Life's an affair of instants spun to years,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Instants are only cause of all these tears.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then Anna screamed aloud. 'Help. Murder. Murder.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By God, it is,' he said. 'Through you, you slut.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Backing, she screamed, until the blacksmith heard her.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Hurry,' they cried, 'the woman's throat's being cut.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jim had his coat off by the water butt.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He might come to,' he said, 'with wine or soup.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I only hit him once, like, with the scoop.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Splash water on him, chaps. I only meant</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To hit him just a clip, like, nothing more.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There. Look. He isn't dead, his eyelids went.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he went down. O God, his head's all tore.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I've washed and washed: it's all one gob of gore.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He don't look dead to you? What? Nor to you?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Not kill, the clip I give him, couldn't do.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'God send; he looks damn bad,' the blacksmith said.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Py Cot,' his mate said, 'she wass altogether;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She hass an illness look of peing ted.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Here. Get a glass,' the smith said, 'and a feather.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Wass you at fightings or at playings whether?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Here, get a glass and feather. Quick's the word.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The glass was clear. The feather never stirred.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By God, I'm sorry, Jim. That settles it.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By God. I've killed him then.' 'The doctor might.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Try, if you like; but that's a nasty hit.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Doctor's gone by. He won't be back till night.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Py Cot, the feather was not looking right.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By Jesus, chaps, I never meant to kill 'un.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Only to bat. I'll go to p'leece and tell 'un.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O Ern, for God's sake speak, for God's sake speak.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>No answer followed: Ern had done with dust,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The p'leece is best,' the smith said, 'or a beak.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll come along; and so the lady must.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Evans, you bring the lady, will you just?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Tell 'em just how it come, lad. Come your ways;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Joe, you watch the body where it lays.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They walked to town, Jim on the blacksmith's arm.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy was crying like a child, and saying,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I never meant to do him any harm.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>His teeth went clack, like bones at murmurs playing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then he trembled hard and broke out praying,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'God help my poor old mother. If he's dead,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I've brought her my last wages home,' he said.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He trod his last free journey down the street;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Treading the middle road, and seeing both sides,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The school, the inns, the butchers selling meat,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The busy market where the town divides.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then past the tanpits full of stinking hides,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And up the lane to death, as weak as pith.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'By God, I hate this, Jimmy,' said the smith.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">VI</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Anna in black, the judge in scarlet robes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A fuss of lawyers' people coming, going,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The windows shut, the gas alight in globes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Evening outside, and pleasant weather blowing.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'They'll hang him?' 'I suppose so; there's no knowing.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'A pretty piece, the woman, ain't she, John?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He killed the fellow just for carrying on.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'She give her piece to counsel pretty clear.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Ah, that she did, and when she stop she smiled.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'She's had a-many men, that pretty dear;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She's drove a-many pretty fellows wild.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'More silly idiots they to be beguiled.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, I do. See her eyes?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mystery, eh? A woman's mystery's lies.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Perhaps.' 'No p'raps about it, that's the truth.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I know these women; they're a rotten lot.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'You didn't use to think so in your youth.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'No; but I'm wiser now, and not so hot.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Married or buried,</span> <em class="italics">I</em> <span>say, wives or shot,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>These unmanned, unattached Maries and Susans</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Make life no better than a proper nuisance.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I look on women as as good as men.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>When have they been as good? I ask you when?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A fitting time afforded for repentance,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then certain justice with a pitiless knife.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For her his wretched victim's widowed wife,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Pity. For her who bore him, pity. (Cheers.)</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The jury were exempt for seven years.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>All bowed; the Judge passed to the robing-room,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dismissed his clerks, disrobed, and knelt and prayed</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As was his custom after passing doom,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Doom upon life, upon the thing not made.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'O God, who made us out of dust, and laid</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thee in us bright, to lead us to the truth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, have pity upon this poor youth.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Who deal the laws men make to travel by</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Under the sun upon the path to Thee;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Only Thy pity spared me from the curse.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>From all the pitfalls leading to the grave,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>From all the death-feasts with the husks and swine.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God, who hast given me all things, now make shine</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Bright in this sinner's heart that he may see.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God, take this poor boy's spirit back to Thee.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Then trembling with his hands, for he was old,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He went to meet his college friend, the Dean,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The loiterers watched him as his carriage rolled.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'There goes the Judge,' said one, and one was keen:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Hanging that wretched boy, that's where he's been.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A policeman spat, two lawyers talked statistics,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'"Crime passionel" in Agricultural Districts.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'They'd oughtn't hang a boy': but one said 'Stuff.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>This sentimental talk is rotten, rotten.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The law's the law and not half strict enough,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Forgers and murderers are misbegotten,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Let them be hanged and let them be forgotten.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A rotten fool should have a rotten end;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mend them, you say? The rotten never mend.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And one 'Not mend? The rotten not, perhaps.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The rotting would; so would the just infected.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A week in quod has ruined lots of chaps</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Who'd all got good in them till prison wrecked it.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And one, 'Society must be protected.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He's just a kid. She trapped him.' 'No, she didden.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He'll be reprieved.' 'He mid be and he midden.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So the talk went; and Anna took the train,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Too sad for tears, and pale; a lady spoke</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Asking if she were ill or suffering pain?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Neither,' she said; but sorrow made her choke,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I'm only sick because my heart is broke.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>My friend, a man, my oldest friend here, died.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I had to see the man who killed him, tried.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He's to be hanged. Only a boy. My friend.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I thought him just a boy; I didn't know.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And Ern was killed, and now the boy's to end,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all because he thought he loved me so.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My dear,' the lady said; and Anna, 'Oh.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It's very hard to bear the ills men make,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He thought he loved, and it was all mistake.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'My dear,' the lady said; 'you poor, poor woman,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Have you no friends to go to?' 'I'm alone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I've parents living, but they're both inhuman,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And none can cure what pierces to the bone.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll have to leave and go where I'm not known.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Begin my life again.' Her friend said 'Yes.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Certainly that. But leave me your address:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For I might hear of something; I'll enquire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Perhaps the boy might be reprieved or pardoned.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Couldn't we ask the rector or the squire</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To write and ask the Judge? He can't be hardened.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>What do you do? Is it housework? Have you gardened?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Your hands are very white and soft to touch.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Lately I've not had heart for doing much.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So the talk passes as the train descends</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Into the vale and halts and starts to climb</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To where the apple-bearing country ends</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And pleasant-pastured hills rise sweet with thyme,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Where clinking sheepbells make a broken chime</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And sunwarm gorses rich the air with scent</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And kestrels poise for mice, there Anna went.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There, in the April, in the garden-close,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>One heard her in the morning singing sweet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Calling the birds from the unbudded rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Offering her lips with grains for them to eat.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The redbreasts come with little wiry feet,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sparrows and tits and all wild feathery things,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Brushing her lifted face with quivering wings.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Jimmy was taken down into a cell,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He did not need a hand, he made no fuss.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The men were kind 'for what the kid done ... well</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The same might come to any one of us.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They brought him bits of cake at tea time: thus</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The love that fashioned all in human ken,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Works in the marvellous hearts of simple men.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And in the nights (they watched him night and day)</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They told him bits of stories through the grating,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Of how the game went at the football play,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And how the rooks outside had started mating.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the time they knew the rope was waiting,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And every evening friend would say to friend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I hope we've not to drag him at the end.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And poor old mother came to see her son,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'The Lord has gave,' she said, 'The Lord has took;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I loved you very dear, my darling one,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now there's none but God where we can look.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We've got God's promise written in His Book,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He will not fail; but oh, it do seem hard.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She hired a room outside the prison yard.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Where did you get the money for the room?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And how are you living, mother; how'll you live?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It's what I'd saved to put me in the tomb,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I'll want no tomb but what the parish give.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Mother, I lied to you that time, O forgive,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I brought home half my wages, half I spent,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And you went short that week to pay the rent.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I went to see'r, I spent my money on her,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And you who bore me paid the cost in pain.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You went without to buy the clothes upon her:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A hat, a locket, and a silver chain.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O mother dear, if all might be again,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Only from last October, you and me;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O mother dear, how different it would be.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We were so happy in the room together,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing at "Binger-Bopper," weren't us, just?</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And going a-hopping in the summer weather,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the hedges covered white with dust,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And blackberries, and that, and traveller's trust.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I thought her wronged, and true, and sweet, and wise,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The devil takes sweet shapes when he tells lies.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mother, my dear, will you forgive your son?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'God knows I do, Jim, I forgive you, dear;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>You didn't know, and couldn't, what you done.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God pity all poor people suffering here,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And may His mercy shine upon us clear,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And may we have His Holy Word for mark,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To lead us to His Kingdom through the dark.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Amen.' 'Amen,' said Jimmy; then they kissed.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The warders watched, the little larks were singing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A plough team jangled, turning at the rist;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Beyond, the mild cathedral bells were ringing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The elm-tree rooks were cawing at the springing:</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O beauty of the time when winter's done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And all the fields are laughing at the sun!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I s'pose they've brought the line beyond the Knapp?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Ah, and beyond the Barcle, so they say.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Hearing the rooks begin reminds a chap.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Look queer, the street will, with the lock away;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, I'll never see it.' 'Let us pray.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Don't think of that, but think,' the mother said,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Of men going on long after we are dead.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Red helpless little things will come to birth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And hear the whistles going down the line,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And grow up strong and go about the earth,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And have much happier times than yours and mine;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And some day one of them will get a sign,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And talk to folk, and put an end to sin,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then God's blessed kingdom will begin.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God dropped a spark down into everyone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And if we find and fan it to a blaze</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It'll spring up and glow like--like the sun,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And light the wandering out of stony ways.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>God warms His hands at man's heart when he prays,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And light of prayer is spreading heart to heart;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It'll light all where now it lights a part.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And God who gave His mercies takes His mercies,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And God who gives beginning gives the end.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I dread my death; but it's the end of curses,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A rest for broken things too broke to mend.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O Captain Christ, our blessed Lord and Friend,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>We are two wandered sinners in the mire,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As of Thy will, however hard to go;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Thy help is infinite for us to know.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>May our poor souls be glad and meet agen,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"></div> + <p class="left pfirst"><span>* * * * *</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>There was a group outside the prison gate,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Waiting to hear them ring the passing bell,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Waiting as empty people always wait</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For the strong toxic of another's hell.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And mother stood there, too, not seeing well,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Praying through tears to let His will be done,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And not to hide His mercy from her son.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Talk in the little group was passing quick.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'It's nothing now to what it was, to watch.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Poor wretched kid, I bet he's feeling sick.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Eh? What d'you say, chaps? Someone got a match?'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'They draw a bolt and drop you down a hatch</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And break your neck, whereas they used to strangle</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In olden times, when you could see them dangle.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Some one said, 'Off hats' when the bell began.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mother was whimpering now upon her knees.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>A broken ringing like a beaten pan</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It sent the sparrows wavering to the trees.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The wall-top grasses whickered in the breeze,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The broken ringing clanged, clattered and clanged</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As though men's bees were swarming, not men hanged.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Now certain Justice with the pitiless knife.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The white sick chaplain snuffling at the nose.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I am the resurrection and the life.'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The bell still clangs, the small procession goes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The prison warders ready ranged in rows.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'Now, Gurney, come, my dear; it's time,' they said.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And ninety seconds later he was dead.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Some of life's sad ones are too strong to die,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Grief doesn't kill them as it kills the weak,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sorrow is not for those who sit and cry</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Lapped in the love of turning t'other cheek,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>But for the noble souls austere and bleak</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Who have had the bitter dose and drained the cup</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And wait for Death face fronted, standing up.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>As the last man upon the sinking ship,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Seeing the brine creep brightly on the deck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Hearing aloft the slatting topsails rip,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Ripping to rags among the topmast's wreck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Yet hoists the new red ensign without speck,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That she, so fair, may sink with colours flying,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>So the old widowed mother kept from dying.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She tottered home, back to the little room,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>It was all over for her, but for life;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>She drew the blinds, and trembled in the gloom;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'I sat here thus when I was wedded wife;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Sorrow sometimes, and joy; but always strife.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Struggle to live except just at the last,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>O God, I thank Thee for the mercies past.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Harry, my man, when we were courting; eh...</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The April morning up the Cony-gree.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How grand he looked upon our wedding day.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>"I wish we'd had the bells," he said to me;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And we'd the moon that evening, I and he,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And dew come wet, oh, I remember how,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And we come home to where I'm sitting now.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he lay dead here, and his son was born here;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He never saw his son, his little Jim.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And now I'm all alone here, left to mourn here,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And there are all his clothes, but never him.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He's down under the prison in the dim,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>With quicklime working on him to the bone,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The flesh I made with many and many a groan.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Oh, how his little face come, with bright hair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dear little face. We made this room so snug;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He sit beside me in his little chair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>I give him real tea sometimes in his mug.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He liked the velvet in the patchwork rug.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He used to stroke it, did my pretty son,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>He called it Bunny, little Jimmie done.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And then he ran so, he was strong at running,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Always a strong one, like his dad at that.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>In summertimes I done my sewing sunning,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And he'd be sprawling, playing with the cat.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And neighbours brought their knitting out to chat</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Till five o'clock; he had his tea at five;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>How sweet life was when Jimmy was alive.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"></div> + <p class="left pfirst"><span>* * * * *</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"></div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Darkness and midnight, and the midnight chimes.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Another four-and-twenty hours begin,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Darkness again, and many, many times,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The alternating light and darkness spin</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Until the face so thin is still more thin,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Gazing each earthly evening wet or fine</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>For Jimmy coming from work along the line.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Over her head the Chester wires hum,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Under the bridge the rocking engines flash.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>'He's very late this evening, but he'll come</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And bring his little packet full of cash</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>(Always he does) and supper's cracker hash,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>That is his favourite food excepting bacon.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They say my boy was hanged; but they're mistaken.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And sometimes she will walk the cindery mile,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing, as she and Jimmy used to do,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing 'The parson's dog lep over a stile,'</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Along the path where water lilies grow.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The stars are placid on the evening's blue,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Burning like eyes so calm, so unafraid,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>On all that God has given and man has made.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Burning they watch, and mothlike owls come out,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The redbreast warbles shrilly once and stops;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The homing cowman gives his dog a shout,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The lamps are lighted in the village shops.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Silence; the last bird passes; in the copse</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The hazels cross the moon, a nightjar spins,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dew wets the grass, the nightingale begins.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing her crazy song the mother goes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Singing as though her heart were full of peace,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Moths knock the petals from the dropping rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Stars make the glimmering pool a golden fleece,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The moon droops west, but still she does not cease,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The little mice peep out to hear her sing,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Until the inn-man's cockerel shakes his wing.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And in the sunny dawns of hot Julys,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The labourers going to meadow see her there.</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Rubbing the sleep out of their heavy eyes,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They lean upon the parapet to stare;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They see her plaiting basil in her hair,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Basil, the dark red wound-wort, cops of clover,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>The blue self-heal and golden Jacks of Dover.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Dully they watch her, then they turn to go</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>To that high Shropshire upland of late hay;</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Her singing lingers with them as they mow,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>And many times they try it, now grave, now gay,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Till, with full throat, over the hills away,</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>They lift it clear; oh, very clear it towers</span> + </div> + <div class="left line"> + <span>Mixed with the swish of many falling flowers.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="pfirst"><span>'The Widow in the Bye Street' first appeared in</span> <em class="italics">The English Review</em> <span>for February 1912. I thank the editor and proprietors of the</span> <em class="italics">Review</em> <span>for permitting me to reprint it here.</span></p> + <p class="pnext"><span>The persons and events described in the poem are entirely imaginary, and no reference is made or intended to any living person.</span></p> + <p class="left pnext"><span>JOHN MASEFIELD.<br /> + 10*th May* 1912.</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="pfirst"><span class="small">THE RIVERSIDE PRESS LIMITED, EDINBURGH</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span>* * * * * * * *</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 6em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">JOHN MASEFIELD</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">THE EVERLASTING MERCY</span></p> + <p class="center pnext"><span class="medium">Fifth Impression. 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He has written a superb poem, swift in its pace and vivid in its phrasing, and produced as well a psychological document of surpassing interest.... He has brought the flaming torch of beauty to light the dry processes of the religious psychologist."--EVELYN UNDERHILL in</span> <em class="italics">The Daily News</em><span>.</span></p> + <p class="pnext"><span>"Here, beyond question, in 'The Everlasting Mercy,' is a great poem, as true to the essentials of its ancient art as it is astoundingly modern in its method; a poem, too, which 'every clergyman in the country ought to read as a revelation of the heathenism still left in the land.' ... Its technical force is on a level with its high, inspiring thought. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the </span><a class="reference internal" href="#project-gutenberg-license">Project Gutenberg License</a><span> -included with this eBook or online at -</span><a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/license">http://www.gutenberg.org/license</a><span>.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: The Widow in the Bye Street -<br /> -<br />Author: John Masefield -<br /> -<br />Release Date: November 23, 2012 [EBook #41468] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>THE WIDOW IN THE BYE STREET</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container coverpage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 53%" id="figure-10"> -<span id="cover"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt=" " src="images/img-cover.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Cover</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container titlepage"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="x-large">THE WIDOW IN THE -<br />BYE STREET</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY -<br />JOHN MASEFIELD</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">LONDON -<br />SIDGWICK & JACKSON LTD. -<br />3 ADAM STREET, ADELPHI -<br />MCMXII</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container verso"> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A.</em><span class="small"> -<br /></span><em class="italics small">All rights reserved</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">Second Thousand</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container dedication"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">TO -<br />MY WIFE</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">I</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There lived a widow with her only son:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She had no wealth nor title to renown,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nor any joyous hours, never one.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She rose from ragged mattress before sun</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And stitched all day until her eyes were red,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And had to stitch, because her man was dead.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Sometimes she fell asleep, she stitched so hard,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Letting the linen fall upon the floor;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And hungry cats would steal in from the yard,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And mangy chickens pecked about the door</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Craning their necks so ragged and so sore</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To search the room for bread-crumbs, or for mouse,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But they got nothing in the widow's house.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Mostly she made her bread by hemming shrouds</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For one rich undertaker in the High Street,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Who used to pray that folks might die in crowds</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And that their friends might pay to let them lie sweet;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when one died the widow in the Bye Street</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Stitched night and day to give the worm his dole.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The dead were better dressed than that poor soul.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her little son was all her life's delight,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For in his little features she could find</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A glimpse of that dead husband out of sight,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where out of sight is never out of mind.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And so she stitched till she was nearly blind,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or till the tallow candle end was done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To get a living for her little son.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her love for him being such she would not rest,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It was a want which ate her out and in,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Another hunger in her withered breast</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Pressing her woman's bones against the skin.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To make him plump she starved her body thin.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he, he ate the food, and never knew,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He laughed and played as little children do.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>When there was little sickness in the place</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She took what God would send, and what God sent</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Never brought any colour to her face</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nor life into her footsteps when she went</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Going, she trembled always withered and bent</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For all went to her son, always the same,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He was first served whatever blessing came.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Sometimes she wandered out to gather sticks,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For it was bitter cold there when it snowed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And she stole hay out of the farmer's ricks</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For bands to wrap her feet in while she sewed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when her feet were warm and the grate glowed</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She hugged her little son, her heart's desire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With 'Jimmy, ain't it snug beside the fire?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So years went on till Jimmy was a lad</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And went to work as poor lads have to do,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then the widow's loving heart was glad</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To know that all the pains she had gone through</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the years of putting on the screw,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Down to the sharpest turn a mortal can,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Had borne their fruit, and made her child a man.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He got a job at working on the line</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Tipping the earth down, trolly after truck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>From daylight till the evening, wet or fine,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With arms all red from wallowing in the muck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And spitting, as the trolly tipped, for luck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And singing 'Binger' as he swung the pick</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Because the red blood ran in him so quick.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So there was bacon then, at night, for supper</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In Bye Street there, where he and mother stay;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And boots they had, not leaky in the upper,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And room rent ready on the settling day;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And beer for poor old mother, worn and grey,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And fire in frost; and in the widow's eyes</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It seemed the Lord had made earth paradise.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And there they sat of evenings after dark</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing their song of 'Binger,' he and she,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her poor old cackle made the mongrels bark</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And 'You sing Binger, mother,' carols he;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By crimes, but that's a good song, that her be':</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then they slept there in the room they shared,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the time fate had his end prepared.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>One thing alone made life not perfect sweet:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The mother's daily fear of what would come</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When woman and her lovely boy should meet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When the new wife would break up the old home.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Fear of that unborn evil struck her dumb,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when her darling and a woman met,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She shook and prayed, 'Not her, O God; not yet.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Not yet, dear God, my Jimmy go from me.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then she would subtly question with her son.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Not very handsome, I don't think her be?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'God help the man who marries such an one.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her red eyes peered to spy the mischief done.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She took great care to keep the girls away,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all her trouble made him easier prey.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There was a woman out at Plaister's End,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Light of her body, fifty to the pound,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A copper coin for any man to spend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Lovely to look on when the wits were drowned.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her husband's skeleton was never found,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It lay among the rocks at Glydyr Mor</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where he drank poison finding her a whore.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She was not native there, for she belonged</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Out Milford way, or Swansea; no one knew.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She had the piteous look of someone wronged,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna,' her name, a widow, last of Triw.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She had lived at Plaister's End a year or two;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>At Callow's cottage, renting half an acre;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She was a hen-wife and a perfume-maker.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Secret she was; she lived in reputation;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But secret unseen threads went floating out:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her smile, her voice, her face, were all temptation,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>All subtle flies to trouble man the trout;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Man to entice, entrap, entangle, flout...</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To take and spoil, and then to cast aside:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Gain without giving was the craft she plied.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And she complained, poor lonely widowed soul,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How no one cared, and men were rutters all;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>While true love is an ever-burning goal</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Burning the brighter as the shadows fall.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all love's dogs went hunting at the call,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Married or not she took them by the brain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sucked at their hearts and tossed them back again.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Like the straw fires lit on Saint John's Eve,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She burned and dwindled in her fickle heart;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For if she wept when Harry took his leave,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her tears were lures to beckon Bob to start.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And if, while loving Bob, a tinker's cart</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Came by, she opened window with a smile</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And gave the tinker hints to wait a while.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She passed for pure; but, years before, in Wales,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Living at Mountain Ash with different men,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her less discretion had inspired tales</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of certain things she did, and how, and when.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Those seven years of youth; we are frantic then.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She had been frantic in her years of youth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The tales were not more evil than the truth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She had two children as the fruits of trade</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Though she drank bitter herbs to kill the curse,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Both of them sons, and one she overlaid,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The other one the parish had to nurse.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Now she grew plump with money in her purse,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Passing for pure a hundred miles, I guess,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>From where her little son wore workhouse dress.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There with the Union boys he came and went,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A parish bastard fed on bread and tea,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Wearing a bright tin badge in furthest Gwent,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And no one knowing who his folk could be.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His mother never knew his new name: she,--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She touched the lust of those who served her turn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And chief among her men was Shepherd Ern.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>A moody, treacherous man of bawdy mind,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Married to that mild girl from Ercall Hill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whose gentle goodness made him more inclined</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To hotter sauces sharper on the bill.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The new lust gives the lecher the new thrill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The new wine scratches as it slips the throat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The new flag is so bright by the old boat.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern was her man to buy her bread and meat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Half of his weekly wage was hers to spend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She used to mock 'How is your wife, my sweet?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or wail, 'O, Ernie, how is this to end?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or coo, 'My Ernie is without a friend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She cannot understand my precious life,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Ernie would go home and beat his wife.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So the four souls are ranged, the chess-board set,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Brought it to come to being that they met</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>After so many years of lying in wait.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>While we least think it he prepares his Mate.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">II</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>October Fair-time is the time for fun,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For all the street is hurdled into rows</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Lemster sheep which pant and seem to doze,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And stalls of hardbake and galanty shows,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And cheapjacks smashing crocks, and trumpets blowing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the loud organ of the horses going.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There you can buy blue ribbons for your girl</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or take her in a swing-boat tossing high,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or hold her fast when all the horses whirl</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Round to the steam pipe whanging at the sky,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or stand her cockshies at the cocoa-shy,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or buy her brooches with her name in red,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or Queen Victoria done in gingerbread.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then there are rifle shots at tossing balls,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'And if you hit you get a good cigar.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And strength-whackers for lads to lamm with mauls,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Cheshire cheeses on a greasy spar.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The country folk flock in from near and far,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Women and men, like blow-flies to the roast,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>All love the fair; but Anna loved it most.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna was all agog to see the fair;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She made Ern promise to be there to meet her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To arm her round to all the pleasures there,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And buy her ribbons for her neck, and treat her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So that no woman at the fair should beat her</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In having pleasure at a man's expense.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She planned to meet him at the chapel fence.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So Ernie went; and Jimmy took his mother,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dressed in her finest with a Monmouth shawl,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And there was such a crowd she thought she'd smother,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And O, she loved a pep'mint above all.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Clash go the crockeries where the cheapjacks bawl,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He hunted for her up and down the place,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Raging and snapping like a working brew.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when I've done for him I'll go for you.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For his poor little children back at home</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Not finding her, he went into an inn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Busy with ringing till and scratching matches.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where thirsty drovers mingled stout with gin</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And three or four Welsh herds were singing catches.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The swing-doors clattered, letting in in snatches</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The noises of the fair, now low, now loud.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern called for beer and glowered at the crowd.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>While he was glowering at his drinking there</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In came the gipsy Bessie, hawking toys;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A bold-eyed strapping harlot with black hair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One of the tribe which camped at Shepherd's Bois.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She lured him out of inn into the noise</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of the steam-organ where the horses spun,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And so the end of all things was begun.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Newness in lust, always the old in love.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Put up your toys,' he said, 'and come along,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We'll have a turn of swing-boats up above,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And see the murder when they strike the gong.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Don't 'ee,' she giggled. 'My, but ain't you strong.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And where's your proper girl? You don't know me.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I do.' 'You don't.' 'Why, then, I will,' said he.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna was late because the cart which drove her</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Called for her late (the horse had broke a trace),</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She was all dressed and scented for her lover,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her bright blue blouse had imitation lace,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The paint was red as roses on her face,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She hummed a song, because she thought to see</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How envious all the other girls would be.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>When she arrived and found her Ernie gone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her bitter heart thought, 'This is how it is.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Keeping me waiting while the sports are on:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Promising faithful, too, and then to miss.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O, Ernie, won't I give it you for this.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And looking up she saw a couple cling,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern with his arm round Bessie in the swing.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern caught her eye and spat, and cut her dead,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bessie laughed hardly, in the gipsy way.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna, though blind with fury, tossed her head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Biting her lips until the red was grey,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For bitter moments given, bitter pay,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The time for payment comes, early or late,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What Ern should suffer if he turned agen,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Within a little ring of farming men.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then the ram butted and the game began,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The good old wrestling game of Ram and Man,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>At which none knows the hunter from the hunted.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Come and see Jimmy have his belly bunted.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Good tup. Good Jim. Good Jimmy. Sick him, Rover,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>By dang, but Jimmy's got him fairly over.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then there was clap of hands and Jimmy grinned</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And took five silver shillings from his backers,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And said th'old tup had put him out of wind</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or else he'd take all comers at the Whackers.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And some made rude remarks of rams and knackers,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And mother shook to get her son alone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So's to be sure he hadn't broke a bone.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>None but the lucky man deserves the fair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For lucky men have money and success,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Things that a whore is very glad to share,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or dip, at least, a finger in the mess.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anne, with her raddled cheeks and Sunday dress,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Smiled upon Jimmy, seeing him succeed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As though to say, 'You are a man, indeed.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All the great things of life are swiftly done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Creation, death, and love the double gate.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>However much we dawdle in the sun</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We have to hurry at the touch of Fate;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When Life knocks at the door no one can wait,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When Death makes his arrest we have to go.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And so with love, and Jimmy found it so.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Love, the sharp spear, went pricking to the bone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In that one look, desire and bitter aching,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Longing to have that woman all alone</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For her dear beauty's sake all else forsaking;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And sudden agony that set him shaking</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Lest she, whose beauty made his heart's blood cruddle,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Should be another man's to kiss and cuddle.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She was beside him when he left the ring,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her soft dress brushed against him as he passed her;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He thought her penny scent a sweeter thing</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Than precious ointment out of alabaster;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love, the mild servant, makes a drunken master.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She smiled, half sadly, out of thoughtful eyes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the strong young man was easy prize.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She spoke, to take him, seeing him a sheep,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'How beautiful you wrastled with the ram,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It made me all go tremble just to peep,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I am that fond of wrastling, that I am.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Why, here's your mother, too. Good-evening, ma'am.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I was just telling Jim how well he done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How proud you must be of so fine a son.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Old mother blinked, while Jimmy hardly knew</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whether he knew the woman there or not;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But well he knew, if not, he wanted to,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Joy of her beauty ran in him so hot,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Old trembling mother by him was forgot,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>While Anna searched the mother's face, to know</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whether she took her for a whore or no.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The woman's maxim, 'Win the woman first,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Made her be gracious to the withered thing.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'This being in crowds do give one such a thirst,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I wonder if they've tea going at "The King"?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My throat's that dry my very tongue do cling,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Perhaps you'd take my arm, we'd wander up</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>(If you'd agree) and try and get a cup.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Come, ma'am, a cup of tea would do you good;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There's nothing like a nice hot cup of tea</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>After the crowd and all the time you've stood;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And "The King's" strict, it isn't like "The Key,"</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Now, take my arm, my dear, and lean on me.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy's mother, being nearly blind,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Took Anna's arm, and only thought her kind.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So off they set, with Anna talking to her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How nice the tea would be after the crowd,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And mother thinking half the time she knew her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy's heart's blood ticking quick and loud,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Death beside him knitting at his shroud,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the High Street babbling with the fair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And white October clouds in the blue air.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So tea was made, and down they sat to drink;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O the pale beauty sitting at the board!</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There is more death in women than we think,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There is much danger in the soul adored,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The white hands bring the poison and the cord;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Death has a lodge in lips as red as cherries,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Death has a mansion in the yew-tree berries.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>They sat there talking after tea was done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy blushed at Anna's sparkling looks,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna flattered mother on her son,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Catching both fishes on her subtle hooks.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With twilight, tea and talk in ingle-nooks,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And music coming up from the dim street,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mother had never known a fair so sweet.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Now cow-bells clink, for milking-time is come,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The drovers stack the hurdles into carts,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>New masters drive the straying cattle home,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Many a young calf from his mother parts,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hogs straggle back to sty by fits and starts;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The farmers take a last glass at the inns,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now the frolic of the fair begins.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All of the side shows of the fair are lighted,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Flares and bright lights, and brassy cymbals clanging,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Beginning now' and 'Everyone's invited,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Shatter the pauses of the organ's whanging,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The Oldest Show on Earth and the Last Hanging,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The Murder in the Red Barn,' with real blood,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The rifles crack, the Sally shy-sticks thud.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna walked slowly homewards with her prey,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Holding old tottering mother's weight upon her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And pouring in sweet poison on the way</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of 'Such a pleasure, ma'am, and such an honour,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And 'One's so safe with such a son to con her</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Through all the noises and through all the press,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Boys daredn't squirt tormenters on her dress.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>At mother's door they stop to say 'Good-night.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And mother must go in to set the table.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna pretended that she felt a fright</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To go alone through all the merry babel:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My friends are waiting at "The Cain and Abel,"</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Just down the other side of Market Square,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It'd be a mercy if you'd set me there.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So Jimmy came, while mother went inside;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna has got her victim in her clutch.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy, all blushing, glad to be her guide,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thrilled by her scent, and trembling at her touch.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She was all white and dark, and said not much;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She sighed, to hint that pleasure's grave was dug,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And smiled within to see him such a mug.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>They passed the doctor's house among the trees,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She sighed so deep that Jimmy asked her why.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'm too unhappy upon nights like these,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When everyone has happiness but I!'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Then, aren't you happy?' She appeared to cry,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Blinked with her eyes, and turned away her head:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Not much; but some men understand,' she said.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her voice caught lightly on a broken note,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy half-dared but dared not touch her hand,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Yet all his blood went pumping in his throat</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Beside the beauty he could understand,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Death stopped knitting at the muffling band.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The shroud is done,' he muttered, 'toe to chin.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He snapped the ends, and tucked his needles in.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy, half stammering, choked, 'Has any man----'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He stopped, she shook her head to answer 'No.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Then tell me.' 'No. P'raps some day, if I can.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It hurts to talk of some things ever so.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But you're so different. There, come, we must go</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>None but unhappy women know how good</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It is to meet a soul who's understood.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No. Wait a moment. May I call you Anna?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Perhaps. There must be nearness 'twixt us two.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love in her face hung out his bloody banner,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all love's clanging trumpets shocked and blew.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'When we got up to-day we never knew.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That must come later when we know our minds,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We must agree to keep this evening white,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the dancers whirling in the fair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'But it begins again with you for friend.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A lovely fragile thing for him to tend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Grace beyond measure, beauty without end.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I never knew what people meant before.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Come just another short turn down the street,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The whole life's bubbling up for you and I.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Somehow I feel to-morrow we may die.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Come just as far as to the blacksmith's light.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But 'No' said Anna; 'Not to-night. Good-night.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All the tides triumph when the white moon fills.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Down in the race the toppling waters shout,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The breakers shake the bases of the hills,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There is a thundering where the streams go out,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the wise shipman puts his ship about</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Seeing the gathering of those waters wan,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But what when love makes high tide in a man?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy walked home with all his mind on fire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One lovely face for ever set in flame.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He shivered as he went, like tautened wire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Surge after surge of shuddering in him came</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then swept out repeating one sweet name,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, O Anna,' to the evening star.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna was sipping whiskey in the bar.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So back to home and mother Jimmy wandered,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thinking of Plaister's End and Anna's lips.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He ate no supper worth the name, but pondered</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>On Plaister's End hedge, scarlet with ripe hips,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And of the lovely moon there in eclipse,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And how she must be shining in the house</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Behind the hedge of those old dog-rose boughs.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Old mother cleared away. The clock struck eight.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Why, boy, you've left your bacon, lawks a me,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So that's what comes of having tea so late,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Another time you'll go without your tea.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Your father liked his cup, too, didn't he,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Always "another cup" he used to say,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He never went without on any day.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>How nice the lady was and how she talked,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I've never had a nicer fair, not ever.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'She said she'd like to see us if we walked</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To Plaister's End, beyond by Watersever.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nice-looking woman, too, and that, and clever;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We might go round one evening, p'raps, we two;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or I might go, if it's too far for you.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No,' said the mother, 'we're not folk for that;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Meet at the fair and that, and there an end.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Rake out the fire and put out the cat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>These fairs are sinful, tempting folk to spend.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of course she spoke polite and like a friend;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of course she had to do, and so I let her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But now it's done and past, so I forget her.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I don't see why forget her. Why forget her?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She treat us kind. She weren't like everyone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I never saw a woman I liked better,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he's not easy pleased, my father's son.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So I'll go round some night when work is done.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, Jim, my dear, trust mother, there's a dear.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Well, so I do, but sometimes you're so queer.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She blinked at him out of her withered eyes</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Below her lashless eyelids red and bleared.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her months of sacrifice had won the prize,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her Jim had come to what she always feared.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And yet she doubted, so she shook and peered</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And begged her God not let a woman take</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The lovely son whom she had starved to make.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Doubting, she stood the dishes in the rack,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'We'll ask her in some evening, then,' she said,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'How nice her hair looked in the bit of black.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And still she peered from eyes all dim and red</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To note at once if Jimmy drooped his head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or if his ears blushed when he heard her praised,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy blushed and hung his head and gazed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'This is the end,' she thought. 'This is the end.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll have to sew again for Mr Jones,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Do hems when I can hardly see to mend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And have the old ache in my marrow-bones.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when his wife's in child-bed, when she groans,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She'll send for me until the pains have ceased,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And give me leavings at the christening feast.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And sit aslant to eye me as I eat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"You're only wanted here, ma'am, for to-day,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Just for the christ'ning party, for the treat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Don't ever think I mean to let you stay;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Two's company, three's none, that's what I say."</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life can be bitter to the very bone</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When one is poor, and woman, and alone.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy,' she said, still doubting, 'Come, my dear,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Let's have our "Binger," 'fore we go to bed,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then 'The parson's dog,' she cackled clear,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Lep over stile,' she sang, nodding her head.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'His name was little Binger.' 'Jim,' she said,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Binger, now, chorus' ... Jimmy kicked the hob,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The sacrament of song died in a sob.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy went out into the night to think</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Under the moon so steady in the blue.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The woman's beauty ran in him like drink,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The fear that men had loved her burnt him through;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The fear that even then another knew</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>All the deep mystery which women make</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To hide the inner nothing made him shake.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, I love you, and I always shall.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He looked towards Plaister's End beyond Cot Hills.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A white star glimmered in the long canal,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A droning from the music came in thrills.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love is a flame to burn out human wills,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love is a flame to set the will on fire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>One of the three, we make Love what we choose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But Jimmy did not know, he only thought</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That Anna was too beautiful to lose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That she was all the world and he was naught,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That it was sweet, though bitter, to be caught.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, I love you.' Underneath the moon,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I shall go mad unless I see you soon.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The fair's lights threw aloft a misty glow.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The organ whangs, the giddy horses reel,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The rifles cease, the folk begin to go,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The hands unclamp the swing-boats from the wheel,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There is a smell of trodden orange peel;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The organ drones and dies, the horses stop,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then the tent collapses from the top.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The fair is over, let the people troop,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The drunkards stagger homewards down the gutters,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The showmen heave in an excited group,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The poles tilt slowly down, the canvas flutters,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The mauls knock out the pins, the last flare sputters.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Lower away.' 'Go easy.' 'Lower, lower.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You've dang near knock my skull in. Loose it slower.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Back in the horses.' 'Are the swing-boats loaded?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'All right to start.' 'Bill, where's the cushion gone?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The red one for the Queen?' 'I think I stowed it.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You think, you think. Lord, where's that cushion, John?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'It's in that bloody box you're sitting on,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What more d'you want?' A concertina plays</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Far off as wandering lovers go their ways.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Up the dim Bye Street to the market-place</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The dead bones of the fair are borne in carts,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Horses and swing-boats at a funeral pace</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>After triumphant hours quickening hearts;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A policeman eyes each waggon as it starts,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The drowsy showmen stumble half asleep,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One of them catcalls, having drunken deep.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So out, over the pass, into the plain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the dawn finds them filling empty cans</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In some sweet-smelling dusty country lane,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where a brook chatters over rusty pans.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The iron chimneys of the caravans</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Smoke as they go. And now the fair has gone</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To find a new pitch somewhere further on.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>But as the fair moved out two lovers came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ernie and Bessie loitering out together;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bessie with wild eyes, hungry as a flame,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern like a stallion tugging at a tether.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It was calm moonlight, and October weather,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So still, so lovely, as they topped the ridge.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They brushed by Jimmy standing on the bridge.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the blood burned in each heart beating there;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And out into the Bye Street tottered mother,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Without her shawl, in the October air.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the two lovers clung in an embrace.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So this was Love, the something he had missed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Woman and man athirst, aflame, alone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Envy went knocking at his marrow-bone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna's face swam up so dim, so fair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Shining and sweet, with poppies in her hair.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">III</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>After the fair, the gang began again.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Tipping the trollies down the banks of earth.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The truck of stone clanks on the endless chain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A clever pony guides it to its berth.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Let go.' It tips, the navvies shout for mirth</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To see the pony step aside, so wise,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And when he stopped his shovelling he looked</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Over the junipers towards Plaister way,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The beauty of his darling had him hooked,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He had no heart for wrastling with the clay.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O Lord Almighty, I must get away;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The whistle on the pilot engine blew,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The men knocked off, and Jimmy slipped aside</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Over the fence, over the bridge, and through,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then ahead along the water-side,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Under the red-brick rail-bridge, arching wide,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Over the hedge, across the fields, and on;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The foreman asked: 'Where's Jimmy Gurney gone?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>It is a mile and more to Plaister's End,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But Jimmy ran the short way by the stream,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And there was Anna's cottage at the bend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With blue smoke on the chimney, faint as steam.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'God, she's at home,' and up his heart a gleam</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Leapt like a rocket on November nights,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And shattered slowly in a burst of lights.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna was singing at her kitchen fire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She was surprised, and not well pleased to see</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A sweating navvy, red with heat and mire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Come to her door, whoever he might be.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But when she saw that it was Jimmy, she</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Smiled at his eyes upon her, full of pain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And thought, 'But, still, he mustn't come again.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>People will talk; boys are such crazy things;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But he's a dear boy though he is so green.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So, hurriedly, she slipped her apron strings,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And dabbed her hair, and wiped her fingers clean,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And came to greet him languid as a queen,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Looking as sweet, as fair, as pure, as sad,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As when she drove her loving husband mad.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Poor boy,' she said, 'Poor boy, how hot you are.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She laid a cool hand to his sweating face.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'How kind to come. Have you been running far?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'm just going out; come up the road a pace.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O dear, these hens; they're all about the place.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So Jimmy shooed the hens at her command,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And got outside the gate as she had planned.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, my dear, I love you; love you, true;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I had to come--I don't know--I can't rest--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I lay awake all night, thinking of you.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Many must love you, but I love you best.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Many have loved me, yes, dear,' she confessed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She smiled upon him with a tender pride,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'But my love ended when my husband died.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love with its fever's at an end for me.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Be by me gently now the fever ends,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear----</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One who will understand; but life is life,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And those who do not know are so unkind.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But you'll be by me, Jimmy, in the strife,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I love you though I cannot be your wife;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now be off, before the whistle goes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or else you'll lose your quarter, goodness knows.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'When can I see you, Anna? Tell me, dear.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To-night? To-morrow? Shall I come to-night?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy, my friend, I cannot have you here;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But when I come to town perhaps we might.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dear, you must go; no kissing; you can write,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern).</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If we were only free, dear, free to meet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But my dead husband lies under the sheet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>But though my heart is buried in his grave</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Something might be--friendship and utter trust--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And you, my dear starved little Jim shall have</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Flowers of friendship from my dead heart's dust;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life would be sweet if men would never lust.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Why do you, Jimmy? Tell me sometime, dear,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Why men are always what we women fear.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Not now. Good-bye; we understand, we two,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And life, O Jim, how glorious life is;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>This sunshine in my heart is due to you;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I was so sad, and life has given this.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I think "I wish I had something of his,"</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Do give me something, will you be so kind?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Something to keep you always in my mind.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That as she stood to watch him from the gate</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her heart was half amusement, half contempt,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She blew him kisses till he passed the turn.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The whistle blew before he reached the line;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The foreman asked him what the hell he meant,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whether a duke had asked him out to dine,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or if he thought the bag would pay his rent?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jim was fined before the foreman went.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But still his spirit glowed from Anna's words,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Cooed in the voice so like a singing bird's.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'O Anna, darling, you shall have a present;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'd give you golden gems if I were rich,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And everything that's sweet and all that's pleasant.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He dropped his pick as though he had a stitch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And stared tow'rds Plaister's End, past Bushe's Pitch.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O beauty, what I have to give I'll give,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>All mine is yours, beloved, while I live.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All through the afternoon his pick was slacking,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His eyes were always turning west and south,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The foreman was inclined to send him packing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But put it down to after fair-day drouth;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He looked at Jimmy with an ugly mouth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy slacked, and muttered in a moan,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My love, my beautiful, my very own.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So she had loved. Another man had had her;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She had been his with passion in the night;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>An agony of envy made him sadder,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Yet stabbed a pang of bitter-sweet delight--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O he would keep his image of her white.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The foreman cursed, stepped up, and asked him flat</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What kind of gum-tree he was gaping at.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>It was Jim's custom, when the pay day came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To take his weekly five and twenty shilling</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Back in the little packet to his dame;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Not taking out a farthing for a filling,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nor twopence for a pot, for he was willing</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That she should have it all to save or spend.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But love makes many lovely customs end.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Next pay day came and Jimmy took the money,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But not to mother, for he meant to buy</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A thirteen-shilling locket for his honey,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whatever bellies hungered and went dry,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A silver heart-shape with a ruby eye.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He bought the thing and paid the shopman's price,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And hurried off to make the sacrifice.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Is it for me? You dear, dear generous boy.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How sweet of you. I'll wear it in my dress.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When you're beside me life is such a joy,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You bring the sun to solitariness.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She brushed his jacket with a light caress,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His arms went round her fast, she yielded meek;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He had the happiness to kiss her cheek.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'My dear, my dear.' 'My very dear, my Jim,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How very kind my Jimmy is to me;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I ache to think that some are harsh to him;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Not like my Jimmy, beautiful and free.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My darling boy, how lovely it would be</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If all would trust as we two trust each other.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy's heart grew hard against his mother.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She, poor old soul, was waiting in the gloom</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For Jimmy's pay, that she could do the shopping.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The clock ticked out a solemn tale of doom;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Clogs on the bricks outside went clippa-clopping,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The owls were coming out and dew was dropping.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The bacon burnt, and Jimmy not yet home.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The clock was ticking dooms out like a gnome.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'What can have kept him that he doesn't come?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, they'd tell me if he'd come to hurt.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The unknown, unseen evil struck her numb,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She saw his body bloody in the dirt,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She saw the life blood pumping through the shirt,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She saw him tipsy in the navvies' booth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She saw all forms of evil but the truth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>At last she hurried up the line to ask</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If Jim were hurt or why he wasn't back.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She found the watchman wearing through his task;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Over the fire basket in his shack;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Behind, the new embankment rose up black.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Gurney?' he said. 'He'd got to see a friend.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Where?' 'I dunno. I think out Plaister's End.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Thanking the man, she tottered down the hill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The long-feared fang had bitten to the bone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The brook beside her talked as water will</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That it was lonely singing all alone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The night was lonely with the water's tone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And she was lonely to the very marrow.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love puts such bitter poison on Fate's arrow.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She went the long way to them by the mills,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She told herself that she must find her son.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The night was ominous of many ills;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The soughing larch-clump almost made her run,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her boots hurt (she had got a stone in one)</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And bitter beaks were tearing at her liver</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That her boy's heart was turned from her forever.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She kept the lane, past Spindle's, past the Callows',</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her lips still muttering prayers against the worst,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And there were people coming from the sallows,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Along the wild duck patch by Beggar's Hurst.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Being in moonlight mother saw them first,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She saw them moving in the moonlight dim,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A woman with a sweet voice saying 'Jim.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Trembling she grovelled down into the ditch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They wandered past her pressing side to side.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O Anna, my belov'd, if I were rich.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It was her son, and Anna's voice replied,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Dear boy, dear beauty boy, my love and pride.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he: 'It's but a silver thing, but I</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Will earn you better lockets by and bye.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Dear boy, you mustn't.' 'But I mean to do.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'What was that funny sort of noise I heard?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Where?' 'In the hedge; a sort of sob or coo.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Listen. It's gone.' 'It may have been a bird.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim tossed a stone but mother never stirred.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She hugged the hedgerow, choking down her pain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>While the hot tears were blinding in her brain.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The two passed on, the withered woman rose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For many minutes she could only shake,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Staring ahead with trembling little 'Oh's,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The noise a very frightened child might make.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O God, dear God, don't let the woman take</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My little son, God, not my little Jim.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, I'll have to starve if I lose him.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So back she trembled, nodding with her head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Laughing and trembling in the bursts of tears,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her ditch-filled boots both squelching in the tread,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her shopping-bonnet sagging to her ears,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her heart too dumb with brokenness for fears.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The nightmare whickering with the laugh of death</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Could not have added terror to her breath.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She reached the house, and: 'I'm all right,' said she,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll just take off my things; but I'm all right,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'd be all right with just a cup of tea,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If I could only get this grate to light,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The paper's damp and Jimmy's late to-night;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"Belov'd, if I was rich," was what he said,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O Jim, I wish that God would kill me dead.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>While she was blinking at the unlit grate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Scratching the moistened match-heads off the wood,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She heard Jim coming, so she reached his plate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And forked the over-frizzled scraps of food.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You're late,' she said, 'and this yer isn't good,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whatever makes you come in late like this?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I've been to Plaister's End, that's how it is.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'You've been to Plaister's End?'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Yes.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I've been staying</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>For money for the shopping ever so.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Down here we can't get victuals without paying,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There's no trust down the Bye Street, as you know,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now it's dark and it's too late to go.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You've been to Plaister's End. What took you there?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The lady who was with us at the fair.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'The lady, eh? The lady?'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Yes, the lady.'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You've been to see her?'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Yes.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'What happened then?'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I saw her.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Yes. And what filth did she trade ye?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or d'you expect your locket back agen?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I know the rotten ways of whores with men.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What did it cost ye?'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'What did what cost?'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'It.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I don't know what you mean.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy, my own.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>Don't lie to mother, boy, for mother knows.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I know you and that lady to the bone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And she's a whore, that thing you call a rose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A whore who takes whatever male thing goes;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A harlot with the devil's skill to tell</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The special key of each man's door to hell.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You can't tell women like a woman can;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A strumpet tells a lie to win a man,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Women were liars since the world began;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And she's a liar, branded in the eyes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A rotten liar, who inspires lies.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I say she's not.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>You've seen her often in the last few days,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's given a love as makes you come in weary</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To lie to me before going out to laze.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's tempted you into the devil's ways,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's robbing you, full fist, of what you earn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In God's name, what's she giving in return?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Her faith, my dear, and that's enough for me.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Her faith. Her faith. O Jimmy, listen, dear;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love doesn't ask for faith, my son, not he;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He asks for life throughout the live-long year,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And life's a test for any plough to ere</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life tests a plough in meadows made of stones,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love takes a toll of spirit, mind and bones.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>I know a woman's portion when she loves,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's hers to give, my darling, not to take;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It isn't lockets, dear, nor pairs of gloves,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It isn't marriage bells nor wedding cake,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's up and cook, although the belly ache;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And bear the child, and up and work again,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And count a sick man's grumble worth the pain.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Will she do this, and fifty times as much?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'No. I don't ask her.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No. I warrant, no.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's one to get a young fool in her clutch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And you're a fool to let her trap you so.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I was so happy, dear, before she came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now I'm going to the grave in shame.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For fifteen years I got you all you had,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You were my little son, made in my womb,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Left all to me, for God had took your dad,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You were a good son, doing all I bade,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Until this strumpet came from God knows where,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now you lie, and I am in despair.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy, I won't say more. I know you think</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That I don't know, being just a withered old,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With chaps all fallen in and eyes that blink,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And hands that tremble so they cannot hold.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A bag of bones to put in churchyard mould,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A red-eyed hag beside your evening star.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy gulped, and thought 'By God, you are.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Well, if I am, my dear, I don't pretend.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I got my eyes red, Jimmy, making you.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My dear, before our love time's at an end</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Think just a minute what it is you do.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If this were right, my dear, you'd tell me true;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You don't, and so it's wrong; you lie; and she</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Lies too, or else you wouldn't lie to me.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Women and men have only got one way</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And that way's marriage; other ways are lust.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If you must marry this one, then you may,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If not you'll drop her.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No.' 'I say you must.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or bring my hairs with sorrow to the dust.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Marry your whore, you'll pay, and there an end.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My God, you shall not have a whore for friend.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>By God, you shall not, not while I'm alive.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Never, so help me God, shall that thing be.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If she's a woman fit to touch she'll wive,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If not she's whore, and she shall deal with me.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And may God's blessed mercy help us see</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And may He make my Jimmy count the cost,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My little boy who's lost, as I am lost.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>People in love cannot be won by kindness,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And opposition makes them feel like martyrs.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When folk are crazy with a drunken blindness,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's best to flog them with each other's garters,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And have the flogging done by Shropshire carters,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Born under Ercall where the while stones lie;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ercall that smells of honey in July.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy said nothing in reply, but thought</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That mother was an old, hard jealous thing.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll love my girl through good and ill report,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I shall be true whatever grief it bring.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And in his heart he heard the death-bell ring</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For mother's death, and thought what it would be</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To bury her in churchyard and be free.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He saw the narrow grave under the wall,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Home without mother nagging at his dear,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna there with him at evenfall,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bidding him dry his eyes and be of cheer.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The death that took poor mother brings me near,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nearer than we have ever been before,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Near as the dead one came, but dearer, more.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Good-night, my son,' said mother. 'Night,' he said.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He dabbed her brow wi's lips and blew the light,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She lay quite silent crying on the bed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Stirring no limb, but crying through the night.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He slept, convinced that he was Anna's knight.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when he went to work he left behind</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Money for mother crying herself blind.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>After that night he came to Anna's call,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mother had no more share in him at all;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>All that the mother had was Anna's leavings.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You put less mizzle on your bit of Dick,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or get your time, I'll have no slackers here,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I've had my eye on you too long, my dear.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy pondered while the man attacked,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'd see her all day long if I were sacked.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And trembling mother thought, 'I'll go to see'r.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She'd give me back my boy if she were told</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Just what he is to me, my pretty dear:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She wouldn't leave me starving in the cold,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Like what I am.' But she was weak and old.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She thought, 'But if I ask her, I'm afraid</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He'd hate me ever after,' so she stayed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">IV</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Bessie, the gipsy, got with child by Ern,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She joined her tribe again at Shepherd's Meen,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In that old quarry overgrown with fern,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where goats are tethered on the patch of green.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There she reflected on the fool she'd been,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And plaited kipes and waited for the bastard,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And thought that love was glorious while it lasted.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And Ern the moody man went moody home,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To that most gentle girl from Ercall Hill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And bade her take a heed now he had come,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or else, by cripes, he'd put her through the mill.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He didn't want her love, he'd had his fill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thank you, of her, the bread and butter sack.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna heard that Shepherd Ern was back.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Back. And I'll have him back to me,' she muttered,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'This lovesick boy of twenty, green as grass,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Has made me wonder if my brains are buttered,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He, and his lockets, and his love, the ass.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I don't know why he comes. Alas! alas!</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>God knows I want no love; but every sun</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I bolt my doors on some poor loving one.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>It breaks my heart to turn them out of doors,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I hear them crying to me in the rain;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One, with a white face, curses, one implores,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"Anna, for God's sake, let me in again,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna, belov'd, I cannot bear the pain."</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Like hoovey sheep bleating outside a fold</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"Anna, belov'd, I'm in the wind and cold."</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>I want no men. I'm weary to the soul</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of men like moths about a candle flame,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of men like flies about a sugar bowl,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Acting alike, and all wanting the same,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My dreamed-of swirl of passion never came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>No man has given me the love I dreamed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But in the best of each one something gleamed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>If my dear darling were alive, but he...</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He was the same; he didn't understand.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The eyes of that dead child are haunting me,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I only turned the blanket with my hand.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It didn't hurt, he died as I had planned.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A little skinny creature, weak and red;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It looked so peaceful after it was dead.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>I have been all alone, in spite of all.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Never a light to help me place my feet:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I have had many a pain and many a fall.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life's a long headache in a noisy street,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love at the budding looks so very sweet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Men put such bright disguises on their lust,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then it all goes crumble into dust.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy the same, dear, lovely Jimmy, too,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He goes the self-same way the others went:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I shall bring sorrow to those eyes of blue.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He asks the love I'm sure I never meant.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Am I to blame? And all his money spent!</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Men make this shutting doors such cruel pain.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O, Ern, I want you in my life again.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>On Sunday afternoons the lovers walk</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Arm within arm, dressed in their Sunday best,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The man with the blue necktie sucks a stalk,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The woman answers when she is addressed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>On quiet country stiles they sit to rest,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And after fifty years of wear and tear</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They think how beautiful their courtships were.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy and Anna met to walk together</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The Sunday after Shepherd Ern returned;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna's hat was lovely with a feather</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bought and dyed blue with money Jimmy earned.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They walked towards Callows Farm, and Anna yearned:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Dear boy,' she said, 'This road is dull to-day,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Suppose we turn and walk the other way.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>They turned, she sighed. 'What makes you sigh?' he asked.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Thinking,' she said, 'thinking and grieving, too.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Perhaps some wicked woman will come masked</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Into your life, my dear, to ruin you.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And trusting every woman as you do</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It might mean death to love and be deceived;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You'd take it hard, I thought, and so I grieved.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Dear one, dear Anna.' 'O my lovely boy,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life is all golden to the finger tips.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What will be must be: but to-day's a joy.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Reach me that lovely branch of scarlet hips.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He reached and gave; she put it to her lips.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'And here,' she said, 'we come to Plaister Turns.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then she chose the road to Shepherd Ern's.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>As the deft angler, when the fishes rise,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Flicks on the broadening circle over each</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The delicatest touch of dropping flies,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then pulls more line and whips a longer reach,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Longing to feel the rod bend, the reel screech,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And the quick comrade net the monster out,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So Anna played the fly over her trout.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Twice she passed, thrice, she with the boy beside her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A lovely fly, hooked for a human heart,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She passed his little gate, while Jimmy eyed her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Feeling her beauty tear his soul apart:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then did the great trout rise, the great pike dart,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The gate went clack, a man came up the hill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She would not look behind, she looked ahead.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A golden white rose faintly flushed with red.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Cold and surprised, but interested too,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To see how much he felt the hook inside him,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And how much be surmised, and Jimmy knew,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And if her beauty still could make him do</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The love tricks he had gambolled in the past.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A glow shot through her that her fish was grassed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Evening,' she said. 'Good evening.' Jimmy felt</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jealous and angry at the shepherd's tone;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He longed to hit the fellow's nose a belt,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He wanted his beloved his alone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A fellow's girl should be a fellow's own.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim might have been in China by his manner.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Under the chin to knock him out of time,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She frowned, and blinked and spoke again to Ern.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I hear the gipsy has a row to hoe.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The more you hear,' he said, 'the less you'll learn.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'We've just come out,' she said, 'to take a turn;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Suppose you come along: the more the merrier.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'All right,' he said, 'but how about the terrier?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He cocked an eye at Jimmy. 'Does he bite?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy blushed scarlet. 'He's a dear,' said she.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern walked a step, 'Will you be in to-night?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She shook her head, 'I doubt if that may be.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim, here's a friend who wants to talk to me,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So will you go and come another day?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By crimes, I won't!' said Jimmy, 'I shall stay.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I thought he bit,' said Ern, and Anna smiled,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jimmy saw the smile and watched her face</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>While all the jealous devils made him wild;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A third in love is always out of place;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then her gentle body full of grace</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Leaned to him sweetly as she tossed her head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Perhaps we two'll be getting on,' she said.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>They walked, but Jimmy turned to watch the third.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'm here, not you,' he said; the shepherd grinned:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna was smiling sweet without a word;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She got the scarlet berry branch unpinned.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'It's cold,' she said, 'this evening, in the wind.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A quick glance showed that Jimmy didn't mind her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She beckoned with the berry branch behind her,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then dropped it gently on the broken stones,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Preoccupied, unheeding, walking straight,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Saying 'You jealous boy,' in even tones,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Looking so beautiful, so delicate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Being so very sweet: but at her gate</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She felt her shoe unlaced and looked to know</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If Ern had taken up the sprig or no.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He had, she smiled. 'Anna,' said Jimmy sadly,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'That man's not fit to be a friend of yourn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He's nobbut just an oaf; I love you madly,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And hearing you speak kind to'm made me burn.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Who is he then?' She answered 'Shepherd Ern,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A pleasant man, an old, old friend of mine.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By cripes, then, Anna, drop him, he's a swine.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy,' she said, 'you must have faith in me,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Faith's all the battle in a love like ours.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You must believe, my darling, don't you see</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That life to have its sweets must have its sours.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Love isn't always two souls picking flowers.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You must have faith. I give you all I can.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What, can't I say "Good evening" to a man?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Yes,' he replied, 'But not a man like him.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Why not a man like him?' she said, 'What next?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Among the daisies that the cold had kexed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Proud and imperious with a lifting lip,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Blazing within, but outwardly controlled;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He had a colt's first instant of the whip.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The long lash curled to cut a second strip.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You to presume to teach. Of course, I know</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You're mother's Sunday scholar, aren't you? Go.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She slammed the door behind her, clutching skirts.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna.' He heard her bedroom latches thud.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He learned at last how bitterly love hurts;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He longed to cut her throat and see her blood,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To stamp her blinking eyeballs into mud.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Anna, by God!' Love's many torments make</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That tune soon change to 'Dear, for Jesus' sake.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He beat the door for her. She never stirred,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But primming bitter lips before her glass;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Admired her hat as though she hadn't heard,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And tried her front hair parted, and in mass.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She heard her lover's hasty footsteps pass.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He's gone,' she thought. She crouched below the pane,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And heard him cursing as he tramped the lane.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Rage ran in Jimmy as he tramped the night;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Rage, strongly mingled with a youth's disgust</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>At finding a beloved woman light,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all her precious beauty dirty dust;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A tinsel-varnish gilded over lust.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nothing but that. He sat him down to rage,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Beside the stream whose waters never age.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Plashing, it slithered down the tiny fall</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To eddy wrinkles in the trembling pool</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With that light voice whose music cannot pall,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Always the note of solace, flute-like, cool.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when hot-headed man has been a fool,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He could not do a wiser thing than go</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To that dim pool where purple teazles grow.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He glowered there until suspicion came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Suspicion, anger's bastard, with mean tongue,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To mutter to him till his heart was flame,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And every fibre of his soul was wrung,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That even then Ern and his Anna clung</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mouth against mouth in passionate embrace.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There was no peace for Jimmy in the place.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Raging he hurried back to learn the truth.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The little swinging wicket glimmered white,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The chimney jagged the skyline like a tooth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bells came in swoons for it was Sunday night.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The garden was all dark, but there was light</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Up in the little room where Anna slept:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The hot blood beat his brain; he crept, he crept.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Clutching himself to hear, clutching to know,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Along the path, rustling with withered leaves,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Up to the apple, too decayed to blow,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Which crooked a palsied finger at the eaves.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And up the lichened trunk his body heaves.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dust blinded him, twigs snapped, the branches shook,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He leaned along a mossy bough to look.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Nothing at first, except a guttering candle</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Shaking amazing shadows on the ceiling,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then Anna's voice upon a bar of 'Randal,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where have you been:' and voice and music reeling,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Trembling, as though she sang with flooding feeling.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The singing stopped midway upon the stair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then Anna showed in white with loosened hair.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her back was towards him, and she stood awhile,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Like a wild creature tossing back her mane,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then her head went back, he saw a smile</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>On the half face half turned towards the pane;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her eyes closed, and her arms went out again.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim gritted teeth, and called upon his Maker,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She drooped into a man's arms there to take her.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Agony first, sharp, sudden, like a knife,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then down the tree to batter at the door;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Open there. Let me in. I'll have your life.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You Jezebel of hell, you painted whore,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Talk about faith, I'll give you faith galore.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The window creaked, a jug of water came</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Over his head and neck with certain aim.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Clear out,' said Ern; 'I'm here, not you, to-night,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Clear out. We whip young puppies when they yap.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'If you're a man,' said Jim, 'Come down and fight,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll put a stopper on your ugly chap.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Go home,' said Ern; 'Go home and get your pap.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To kennel, pup, and bid your mother bake</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Some soothing syrup in your puppy cake.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There was a dibble sticking in the bed,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim wrenched it out and swung it swiftly round,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And sent it flying at the shepherd's head:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll give you puppy-cake. Take that, you hound.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The broken glass went clinking to the ground,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The dibble balanced, checked, and followed flat.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My God,' said Ern, 'I'll give you hell for that.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He flung the door ajar with 'Now, my pup--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hold up the candle, Anna--now, we'll see.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By crimes, come on,' said Jimmy; 'Put them up.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Come, put them up, you coward, here I be.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Jim, eleven stone, what chance had he</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Against fourteen? but what he could he did;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern swung his right: 'That settles you, my kid.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy went down and out: 'The kid,' said Ern.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'A kid, a sucking puppy; hold the light.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Anna smiled: 'It gave me such a turn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You look so splendid, Ernie, when you fight.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She looked at Jim with: 'Ern, is he all right?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He's coming to.' She shuddered, 'Pah, the brute.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What things he said'; she stirred him with her foot.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'You go inside,' said Ern, 'and bolt the door,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll deal with him.' She went and Jimmy stood.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, pup,' said Ern, 'don't come round here no more.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'm here, not you, let that be understood.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I tell you frankly, pup, for your own good.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Give me my hat,' said Jim. He passed the gate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And as he tottered off he called, 'You wait.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Thanks, I don't have to,' Shepherd Ern replied;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You'll do whatever waiting's being done.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The door closed gently as he went inside,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The bolts jarred in the channels one by one.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The light went out, the windows stared out blind.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And in the dim the lovers went upstairs,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His lips entangled in her straying hairs,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And full of shudders as she yearned to him.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all her hair pulled down over her ears;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I saw her kiss him from the apple bough.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They say a whore is always full of wiles,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If it were all a dream I'd kiss her feet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I wish it were a dream for Jesus' sake.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One thing: I bet I made his guzzle ache,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I cop it fair before he sent me down,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll cop him yet some evening on the crown.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, O God, what pretty ways she had,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He's kissing all her skin, so white and soft.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's kissing back. I think I'm going mad.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Like rutting rattens in the apple loft.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She held that light she carried high aloft</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Full in my eyes for him to hit me by,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I had the light all dazzling in my eye.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She had her dress all clutched up to her shoulder,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all her naked arm was all one gleam.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's going to freeze to-night, it's turning colder,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I wish there was more water in the stream,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'd drownd myself. Perhaps it's all a dream,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And bye and bye I'll wake and find it stuff;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>By crimes, the pain I suffer's real enough.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>About two hundred yards from Gunder Loss</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He stopped to shudder, leaning on the gate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He bit the touchwood underneath the moss;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Rotten, like her,' he muttered in his hate;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He spat it out again with 'But, you wait,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We'll see again, before to-morrow's past,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All through the night the stream ran to the sea,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The different water always saying the same,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Cat-like, and then a tinkle, never glee,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A lonely little child alone in shame.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>An otter snapped a thorn twig when he came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It drifted down, it passed the Hazel Mill,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It passed the Springs; but Jimmy stayed there still.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Over the pointed hill-top came the light</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Out of the mists on Ercall came the sun,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Red like a huntsman halloing after night,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Blowing a horn to rouse up everyone;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Through many glittering cities he had run,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Splashing the wind vanes on the dewy roofs</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With golden sparks struck by his horses' hoofs.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The fireman watched his head of power rise.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work!</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I feel so stiff' I'm very nearly froze.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So over brook and through the fields he goes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And up the line among the navvies' smiles,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Young Jimmy Gurney's been upon the tiles.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>The second whistle blew and work began,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy worked too, not knowing what he did,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He tripped and stumbled like a drunken man;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He muddled all, whatever he was bid,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The foreman cursed, 'Good God, what ails the kid?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hi! Gurney. You. We'll have you crocking soon,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You take a lie down till the afternoon.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or would do if a man could, but how could I</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then you come nagging round and never cease?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Well, take the job and give me my release,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">V</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Dully he got his time-check from the keeper.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Curse her,' he said; 'and that's the end of whores'--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He stumbled drunkenly across a sleeper--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Give all you have and get kicked out a-doors.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He cashed his time-check at the station stores.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Bett'ring yourself, I hope, Jim,' said the master;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'That's it,' said Jim; 'and so I will do, blast her.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Beyond the bridge, a sharp turn to the right</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Leads to 'The Bull and Boar,' the carters' rest;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>An inn so hidden it is out of sight</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To anyone not coming from the west.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The high embankment hides it with its crest.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Far up above the Chester trains go by,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The drinkers see them sweep against the sky.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Canal men used it when the barges came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The navvies used it when the line was making;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The pigeons strut and sidle, ruffling, tame,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The chuckling brook in front sets shadows shaking.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Cider and beer for thirsty workers' slaking,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A quiet house; like all that God controls,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It is Fate's instrument on human souls.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'll drink and drink--I never did before--</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar';</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Moody he drank; the woman asked him why:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then he sang, so that he should not think,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His Binger-Bopper song, but cut it short.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His wits were working like a brewer's wort</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Until among them came the vision gleaming</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of Ern with bloody nose and Anna screaming.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'That's what I'll do,' he muttered; 'knock him out,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And kick his face in with a running jump.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And she can wash the fragments under pump.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It was his ace; but Death had played a trump.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Death the blind beggar chuckled, nodding dumb,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Had tottered out a dozen times to search.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Your father's name's too good a name to smirch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He was so good, my little Jim, so clever;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He never stop a night away, not ever.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He never slept a night away till now,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Never, not once, in all the time he's been.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's the Lord's will, they say, and we must bow,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But O it's like a knife, it cuts so keen!</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He'll work in's Sunday clothes, it'll be seen,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then they'll laugh, and say "It isn't strange;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He slept with her, and so he couldn't change."</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'm wrong; perhaps he's dead;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Killed himself like; folk do in love, they say.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He never tells what passes in his head,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he's been looking late so old and grey.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A railway train has cut his head away,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Like the poor hare we found at Maylow's shack.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God have pity, bring my darling back!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All the high stars went sweeping through the sky,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The sun made all the orient clean, clear gold,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O blessed God,' she prayed, 'do let me die,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or bring my wand'ring lamb back into fold.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The whistle's gone, and all the bacon's cold;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I must know somehow if he's on the line,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He could have bacon sandwich when he dine.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She cut the bread, and started, short of breath,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Up the canal now draining for the rail;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A poor old woman pitted against death,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bringing her pennyworth of love for bail.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Wisdom, beauty, and love may not avail.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She was too late. 'Yes, he was here; oh, yes.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He chucked his job and went.' 'Where?' 'Home, I guess.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Home, but he hasn't been home.' 'Well, he went.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Perhaps you missed him, mother.' 'Or perhaps</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He took the field path yonder through the bent.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He very likely done that, don't he, chaps?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The speaker tested both his trouser straps</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She trembled down the high embankment's ridge</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For forty yards away, beyond the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Even as two soldiers on a fortress wall</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>See the bright fire streak of a coming shell.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Catch breath, and wonder 'Which way will it fall?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To you? to me? or will it all be well?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ev'n so stood life and death, and could not tell</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Whether she'd go to th'inn and find her son,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or take the field and let the doom be done.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No, not the inn,' she thought. 'People would talk.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I couldn't in the open daytime; no.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll just sit here upon the timber balk,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll rest for just a minute and then go.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Resting, her old tired heart began to glow,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Glowed and gave thanks, and thought itself in clover,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He's lost his job, so now she'll throw him over.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Sitting, she saw the rustling thistle-kex,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The picks flash bright above, the trollies tip.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The bridge-stone shining, full of silver specks,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And three swift children running down the dip.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A Stoke Saint Michael carter cracked his whip,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The water in the runway made its din.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She half heard singing coming from the inn.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She turned, and left the inn, and took the path</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And 'Brother Life, you lose,' said Brother Death,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Even as the Lord of all appointed hath</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In this great miracle of blood and breath.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He doeth all things well as the book saith,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He bids the changing stars fulfil their turn,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His hand is on us when we least discern.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Slowly she tottered, stopping with the stitch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Catching her breath, 'O lawks, a dear, a dear.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How the poor tubings in my heart do twitch,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It hurts like the rheumatics very near.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And every painful footstep drew her clear</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>From that young life she bore with so much pain.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She never had him to herself again.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Out of the inn came Jimmy, red with drink,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Crying: 'I'll show her. Wait a bit. I'll show her.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You wait a bit. I'm not the kid you think.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'm Jimmy Gurney, champion tupper-thrower,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When I get done with her you'll never know her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Nor him you won't. Out of my way, you fowls,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Or else I'll rip the red things off your jowls.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He went across the fields to Plaister's End.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There was a lot of water in the brook,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sun and white cloud and weather on the mend</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For any man with any eyes to look.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He found old Callow's plough-bat, which he took,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My innings now, my pretty dear,' said he.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You wait a bit. I'll show you. Now you'll see.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Her chimney smoke was blowing blue and faint,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The wise duck shook a tail across the pool,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The blacksmith's shanty smelt of burning paint,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Four newly-tired cartwheels hung to cool.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He had loved the place when under Anna's rule.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Now he clenched teeth and flung aside the gate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There at the door they stood. He grinned. 'Now wait.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern had just brought her in a wired hare,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She stood beside him stroking down the fur.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Oh, Ern, poor thing, look how its eyes do stare,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'It isn't it,' he answered. 'It's a her.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She stroked the breast and plucked away a bur,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She kissed the pads, and leapt back with a shout,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My God, he's got the spudder. Ern. Look out.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Ern clenched his fists. Too late. He felt no pain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Only incredible haste in something swift,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A shock that made the sky black on his brain,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then stillness, while a little cloud went drift.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The weight upon his thigh bones wouldn't lift;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then poultry in a long procession came,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Grey-legged, doing the goose-step, eyes like flame.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Grey-legged old cocks and hens sedate in age,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Marching with jerks as though they moved on springs,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With sidelong hate in round eyes red with rage,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And shouldered muskets clipped by jealous wings,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then an array of horns and stupid things:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sheep on a hill with harebells, hare for dinner.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Hare.' A slow darkness covered up the sinner.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'But little time is right hand fain of blow.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Only a second changes life to death;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hate ends before the pulses cease to go,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There is great power in the stop of breath.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There's too great truth in what the dumb thing saith,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hate never goes so far as that, nor can.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I am what life becomes. D'you hate me, man?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Hate with his babbling instant, red and damning,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Passed with his instant, having drunken red.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You've killed him.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="left line"><span>'No, I've not, he's only shamming.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="left line"><span>Get up.' 'He can't.' 'O God, he isn't dead.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O God.' 'Here. Get a basin. Bathe his head.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ernie, for God's sake, what are you playing at?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I only give him one like, with the bat.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Man cannot call the brimming instant back;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Time's an affair of instants spun to days;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>If man must make an instant gold, or black,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Let him, he may, but Time must go his ways.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life may be duller for an instant's blaze.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Life's an affair of instants spun to years,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Instants are only cause of all these tears.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then Anna screamed aloud. 'Help. Murder. Murder.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By God, it is,' he said. 'Through you, you slut.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Backing, she screamed, until the blacksmith heard her.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Hurry,' they cried, 'the woman's throat's being cut.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jim had his coat off by the water butt.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He might come to,' he said, 'with wine or soup.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I only hit him once, like, with the scoop.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Splash water on him, chaps. I only meant</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To hit him just a clip, like, nothing more.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>There. Look. He isn't dead, his eyelids went.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he went down. O God, his head's all tore.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I've washed and washed: it's all one gob of gore.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He don't look dead to you? What? Nor to you?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Not kill, the clip I give him, couldn't do.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'God send; he looks damn bad,' the blacksmith said.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Py Cot,' his mate said, 'she wass altogether;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She hass an illness look of peing ted.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Here. Get a glass,' the smith said, 'and a feather.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Wass you at fightings or at playings whether?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Here, get a glass and feather. Quick's the word.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The glass was clear. The feather never stirred.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'By God, I'm sorry, Jim. That settles it.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By God. I've killed him then.' 'The doctor might.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Try, if you like; but that's a nasty hit.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Doctor's gone by. He won't be back till night.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Py Cot, the feather was not looking right.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By Jesus, chaps, I never meant to kill 'un.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Only to bat. I'll go to p'leece and tell 'un.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>O Ern, for God's sake speak, for God's sake speak.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>No answer followed: Ern had done with dust,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The p'leece is best,' the smith said, 'or a beak.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll come along; and so the lady must.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Evans, you bring the lady, will you just?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Tell 'em just how it come, lad. Come your ways;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Joe, you watch the body where it lays.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>They walked to town, Jim on the blacksmith's arm.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy was crying like a child, and saying,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I never meant to do him any harm.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>His teeth went clack, like bones at murmurs playing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then he trembled hard and broke out praying,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'God help my poor old mother. If he's dead,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I've brought her my last wages home,' he said.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He trod his last free journey down the street;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Treading the middle road, and seeing both sides,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The school, the inns, the butchers selling meat,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The busy market where the town divides.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then past the tanpits full of stinking hides,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And up the lane to death, as weak as pith.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'By God, I hate this, Jimmy,' said the smith.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">VI</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Anna in black, the judge in scarlet robes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A fuss of lawyers' people coming, going,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The windows shut, the gas alight in globes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Evening outside, and pleasant weather blowing.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'They'll hang him?' 'I suppose so; there's no knowing.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'A pretty piece, the woman, ain't she, John?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He killed the fellow just for carrying on.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'She give her piece to counsel pretty clear.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Ah, that she did, and when she stop she smiled.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'She's had a-many men, that pretty dear;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She's drove a-many pretty fellows wild.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'More silly idiots they to be beguiled.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, I do. See her eyes?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mystery, eh? A woman's mystery's lies.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Perhaps.' 'No p'raps about it, that's the truth.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I know these women; they're a rotten lot.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'You didn't use to think so in your youth.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'No; but I'm wiser now, and not so hot.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Married or buried, </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> say, wives or shot,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>These unmanned, unattached Maries and Susans</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Make life no better than a proper nuisance.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I look on women as as good as men.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>When have they been as good? I ask you when?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A fitting time afforded for repentance,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Then certain justice with a pitiless knife.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For her his wretched victim's widowed wife,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Pity. For her who bore him, pity. (Cheers.)</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The jury were exempt for seven years.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>All bowed; the Judge passed to the robing-room,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dismissed his clerks, disrobed, and knelt and prayed</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As was his custom after passing doom,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Doom upon life, upon the thing not made.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'O God, who made us out of dust, and laid</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thee in us bright, to lead us to the truth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, have pity upon this poor youth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Who deal the laws men make to travel by</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Under the sun upon the path to Thee;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Only Thy pity spared me from the curse.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>From all the pitfalls leading to the grave,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>From all the death-feasts with the husks and swine.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>God, who hast given me all things, now make shine</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Bright in this sinner's heart that he may see.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>God, take this poor boy's spirit back to Thee.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Then trembling with his hands, for he was old,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He went to meet his college friend, the Dean,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The loiterers watched him as his carriage rolled.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'There goes the Judge,' said one, and one was keen:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Hanging that wretched boy, that's where he's been.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A policeman spat, two lawyers talked statistics,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'"Crime passionel" in Agricultural Districts.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'They'd oughtn't hang a boy': but one said 'Stuff.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>This sentimental talk is rotten, rotten.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The law's the law and not half strict enough,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Forgers and murderers are misbegotten,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Let them be hanged and let them be forgotten.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A rotten fool should have a rotten end;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mend them, you say? The rotten never mend.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And one 'Not mend? The rotten not, perhaps.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The rotting would; so would the just infected.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A week in quod has ruined lots of chaps</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Who'd all got good in them till prison wrecked it.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And one, 'Society must be protected.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He's just a kid. She trapped him.' 'No, she didden.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He'll be reprieved.' 'He mid be and he midden.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So the talk went; and Anna took the train,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Too sad for tears, and pale; a lady spoke</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Asking if she were ill or suffering pain?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Neither,' she said; but sorrow made her choke,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I'm only sick because my heart is broke.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>My friend, a man, my oldest friend here, died.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I had to see the man who killed him, tried.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>He's to be hanged. Only a boy. My friend.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I thought him just a boy; I didn't know.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And Ern was killed, and now the boy's to end,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all because he thought he loved me so.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'My dear,' the lady said; and Anna, 'Oh.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It's very hard to bear the ills men make,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He thought he loved, and it was all mistake.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'My dear,' the lady said; 'you poor, poor woman,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Have you no friends to go to?' 'I'm alone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I've parents living, but they're both inhuman,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And none can cure what pierces to the bone.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll have to leave and go where I'm not known.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Begin my life again.' Her friend said 'Yes.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Certainly that. But leave me your address:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For I might hear of something; I'll enquire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Perhaps the boy might be reprieved or pardoned.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Couldn't we ask the rector or the squire</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To write and ask the Judge? He can't be hardened.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>What do you do? Is it housework? Have you gardened?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Your hands are very white and soft to touch.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Lately I've not had heart for doing much.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>So the talk passes as the train descends</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Into the vale and halts and starts to climb</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To where the apple-bearing country ends</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And pleasant-pastured hills rise sweet with thyme,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Where clinking sheepbells make a broken chime</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And sunwarm gorses rich the air with scent</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And kestrels poise for mice, there Anna went.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There, in the April, in the garden-close,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>One heard her in the morning singing sweet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Calling the birds from the unbudded rose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Offering her lips with grains for them to eat.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The redbreasts come with little wiry feet,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sparrows and tits and all wild feathery things,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Brushing her lifted face with quivering wings.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Jimmy was taken down into a cell,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He did not need a hand, he made no fuss.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The men were kind 'for what the kid done ... well</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The same might come to any one of us.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They brought him bits of cake at tea time: thus</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The love that fashioned all in human ken,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Works in the marvellous hearts of simple men.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And in the nights (they watched him night and day)</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They told him bits of stories through the grating,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Of how the game went at the football play,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And how the rooks outside had started mating.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the time they knew the rope was waiting,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And every evening friend would say to friend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I hope we've not to drag him at the end.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And poor old mother came to see her son,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'The Lord has gave,' she said, 'The Lord has took;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I loved you very dear, my darling one,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now there's none but God where we can look.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We've got God's promise written in His Book,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He will not fail; but oh, it do seem hard.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She hired a room outside the prison yard.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Where did you get the money for the room?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And how are you living, mother; how'll you live?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'It's what I'd saved to put me in the tomb,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I'll want no tomb but what the parish give.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Mother, I lied to you that time, O forgive,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I brought home half my wages, half I spent,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And you went short that week to pay the rent.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>I went to see'r, I spent my money on her,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And you who bore me paid the cost in pain.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You went without to buy the clothes upon her:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A hat, a locket, and a silver chain.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O mother dear, if all might be again,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Only from last October, you and me;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O mother dear, how different it would be.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>We were so happy in the room together,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing at "Binger-Bopper," weren't us, just?</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And going a-hopping in the summer weather,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the hedges covered white with dust,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And blackberries, and that, and traveller's trust.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I thought her wronged, and true, and sweet, and wise,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The devil takes sweet shapes when he tells lies.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Mother, my dear, will you forgive your son?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'God knows I do, Jim, I forgive you, dear;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>You didn't know, and couldn't, what you done.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>God pity all poor people suffering here,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And may His mercy shine upon us clear,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And may we have His Holy Word for mark,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To lead us to His Kingdom through the dark.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'Amen.' 'Amen,' said Jimmy; then they kissed.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The warders watched, the little larks were singing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A plough team jangled, turning at the rist;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Beyond, the mild cathedral bells were ringing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The elm-tree rooks were cawing at the springing:</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O beauty of the time when winter's done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And all the fields are laughing at the sun!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>'I s'pose they've brought the line beyond the Knapp?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Ah, and beyond the Barcle, so they say.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Hearing the rooks begin reminds a chap.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Look queer, the street will, with the lock away;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, I'll never see it.' 'Let us pray.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Don't think of that, but think,' the mother said,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Of men going on long after we are dead.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Red helpless little things will come to birth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And hear the whistles going down the line,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And grow up strong and go about the earth,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And have much happier times than yours and mine;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And some day one of them will get a sign,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And talk to folk, and put an end to sin,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And then God's blessed kingdom will begin.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>God dropped a spark down into everyone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And if we find and fan it to a blaze</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It'll spring up and glow like--like the sun,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And light the wandering out of stony ways.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>God warms His hands at man's heart when he prays,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And light of prayer is spreading heart to heart;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It'll light all where now it lights a part.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And God who gave His mercies takes His mercies,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And God who gives beginning gives the end.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I dread my death; but it's the end of curses,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A rest for broken things too broke to mend.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O Captain Christ, our blessed Lord and Friend,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>We are two wandered sinners in the mire,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As of Thy will, however hard to go;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Thy help is infinite for us to know.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>May our poor souls be glad and meet agen,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="left pfirst"><span>* * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>There was a group outside the prison gate,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Waiting to hear them ring the passing bell,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Waiting as empty people always wait</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For the strong toxic of another's hell.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And mother stood there, too, not seeing well,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Praying through tears to let His will be done,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And not to hide His mercy from her son.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Talk in the little group was passing quick.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'It's nothing now to what it was, to watch.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Poor wretched kid, I bet he's feeling sick.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Eh? What d'you say, chaps? Someone got a match?'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'They draw a bolt and drop you down a hatch</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And break your neck, whereas they used to strangle</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In olden times, when you could see them dangle.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Some one said, 'Off hats' when the bell began.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mother was whimpering now upon her knees.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>A broken ringing like a beaten pan</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It sent the sparrows wavering to the trees.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The wall-top grasses whickered in the breeze,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The broken ringing clanged, clattered and clanged</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>As though men's bees were swarming, not men hanged.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Now certain Justice with the pitiless knife.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The white sick chaplain snuffling at the nose.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I am the resurrection and the life.'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The bell still clangs, the small procession goes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The prison warders ready ranged in rows.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'Now, Gurney, come, my dear; it's time,' they said.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And ninety seconds later he was dead.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Some of life's sad ones are too strong to die,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Grief doesn't kill them as it kills the weak,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sorrow is not for those who sit and cry</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Lapped in the love of turning t'other cheek,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>But for the noble souls austere and bleak</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Who have had the bitter dose and drained the cup</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And wait for Death face fronted, standing up.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>As the last man upon the sinking ship,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Seeing the brine creep brightly on the deck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Hearing aloft the slatting topsails rip,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Ripping to rags among the topmast's wreck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Yet hoists the new red ensign without speck,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That she, so fair, may sink with colours flying,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>So the old widowed mother kept from dying.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>She tottered home, back to the little room,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>It was all over for her, but for life;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>She drew the blinds, and trembled in the gloom;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'I sat here thus when I was wedded wife;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Sorrow sometimes, and joy; but always strife.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Struggle to live except just at the last,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>O God, I thank Thee for the mercies past.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Harry, my man, when we were courting; eh...</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The April morning up the Cony-gree.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How grand he looked upon our wedding day.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>"I wish we'd had the bells," he said to me;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And we'd the moon that evening, I and he,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And dew come wet, oh, I remember how,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And we come home to where I'm sitting now.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And he lay dead here, and his son was born here;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He never saw his son, his little Jim.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And now I'm all alone here, left to mourn here,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And there are all his clothes, but never him.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He's down under the prison in the dim,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>With quicklime working on him to the bone,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The flesh I made with many and many a groan.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Oh, how his little face come, with bright hair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dear little face. We made this room so snug;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He sit beside me in his little chair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>I give him real tea sometimes in his mug.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He liked the velvet in the patchwork rug.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He used to stroke it, did my pretty son,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>He called it Bunny, little Jimmie done.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And then he ran so, he was strong at running,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Always a strong one, like his dad at that.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>In summertimes I done my sewing sunning,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And he'd be sprawling, playing with the cat.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And neighbours brought their knitting out to chat</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Till five o'clock; he had his tea at five;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>How sweet life was when Jimmy was alive.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="left pfirst"><span>* * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Darkness and midnight, and the midnight chimes.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Another four-and-twenty hours begin,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Darkness again, and many, many times,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The alternating light and darkness spin</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Until the face so thin is still more thin,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Gazing each earthly evening wet or fine</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>For Jimmy coming from work along the line.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Over her head the Chester wires hum,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Under the bridge the rocking engines flash.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>'He's very late this evening, but he'll come</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And bring his little packet full of cash</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>(Always he does) and supper's cracker hash,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>That is his favourite food excepting bacon.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They say my boy was hanged; but they're mistaken.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And sometimes she will walk the cindery mile,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing, as she and Jimmy used to do,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing 'The parson's dog lep over a stile,'</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Along the path where water lilies grow.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The stars are placid on the evening's blue,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Burning like eyes so calm, so unafraid,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>On all that God has given and man has made.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Burning they watch, and mothlike owls come out,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The redbreast warbles shrilly once and stops;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The homing cowman gives his dog a shout,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The lamps are lighted in the village shops.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Silence; the last bird passes; in the copse</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The hazels cross the moon, a nightjar spins,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Dew wets the grass, the nightingale begins.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing her crazy song the mother goes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Singing as though her heart were full of peace,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Moths knock the petals from the dropping rose,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Stars make the glimmering pool a golden fleece,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The moon droops west, but still she does not cease,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The little mice peep out to hear her sing,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Until the inn-man's cockerel shakes his wing.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>And in the sunny dawns of hot Julys,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The labourers going to meadow see her there.</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Rubbing the sleep out of their heavy eyes,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They lean upon the parapet to stare;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They see her plaiting basil in her hair,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Basil, the dark red wound-wort, cops of clover,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>The blue self-heal and golden Jacks of Dover.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="left line"><span>Dully they watch her, then they turn to go</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>To that high Shropshire upland of late hay;</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Her singing lingers with them as they mow,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>And many times they try it, now grave, now gay,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Till, with full throat, over the hills away,</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>They lift it clear; oh, very clear it towers</span></div> -<div class="left line"><span>Mixed with the swish of many falling flowers.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>'The Widow in the Bye Street' first appeared in </span><em class="italics">The -English Review</em><span> for February 1912. 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- LONDON
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- | Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town,
- | There lived a widow with her only son:
- | She had no wealth nor title to renown,
- | Nor any joyous hours, never one.
- | She rose from ragged mattress before sun
- | And stitched all day until her eyes were red,
- | And had to stitch, because her man was dead.
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- | Sometimes she fell asleep, she stitched so hard,
- | Letting the linen fall upon the floor;
- | And hungry cats would steal in from the yard,
- | And mangy chickens pecked about the door
- | Craning their necks so ragged and so sore
- | To search the room for bread-crumbs, or for mouse,
- | But they got nothing in the widow's house.
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- | Mostly she made her bread by hemming shrouds
- | For one rich undertaker in the High Street,
- | Who used to pray that folks might die in crowds
- | And that their friends might pay to let them lie sweet;
- | And when one died the widow in the Bye Street
- | Stitched night and day to give the worm his dole.
- | The dead were better dressed than that poor soul.
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- | Her little son was all her life's delight,
- | For in his little features she could find
- | A glimpse of that dead husband out of sight,
- | Where out of sight is never out of mind.
- | And so she stitched till she was nearly blind,
- | Or till the tallow candle end was done,
- | To get a living for her little son.
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- | Her love for him being such she would not rest,
- | It was a want which ate her out and in,
- | Another hunger in her withered breast
- | Pressing her woman's bones against the skin.
- | To make him plump she starved her body thin.
- | And he, he ate the food, and never knew,
- | He laughed and played as little children do.
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- | When there was little sickness in the place
- | She took what God would send, and what God sent
- | Never brought any colour to her face
- | Nor life into her footsteps when she went
- | Going, she trembled always withered and bent
- | For all went to her son, always the same,
- | He was first served whatever blessing came.
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- | Sometimes she wandered out to gather sticks,
- | For it was bitter cold there when it snowed.
- | And she stole hay out of the farmer's ricks
- | For bands to wrap her feet in while she sewed,
- | And when her feet were warm and the grate glowed
- | She hugged her little son, her heart's desire,
- | With 'Jimmy, ain't it snug beside the fire?'
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- | So years went on till Jimmy was a lad
- | And went to work as poor lads have to do,
- | And then the widow's loving heart was glad
- | To know that all the pains she had gone through
- | And all the years of putting on the screw,
- | Down to the sharpest turn a mortal can,
- | Had borne their fruit, and made her child a man.
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- | He got a job at working on the line
- | Tipping the earth down, trolly after truck,
- | From daylight till the evening, wet or fine,
- | With arms all red from wallowing in the muck,
- | And spitting, as the trolly tipped, for luck,
- | And singing 'Binger' as he swung the pick
- | Because the red blood ran in him so quick.
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- | So there was bacon then, at night, for supper
- | In Bye Street there, where he and mother stay;
- | And boots they had, not leaky in the upper,
- | And room rent ready on the settling day;
- | And beer for poor old mother, worn and grey,
- | And fire in frost; and in the widow's eyes
- | It seemed the Lord had made earth paradise.
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- | And there they sat of evenings after dark
- | Singing their song of 'Binger,' he and she,
- | Her poor old cackle made the mongrels bark
- | And 'You sing Binger, mother,' carols he;
- | 'By crimes, but that's a good song, that her be':
- | And then they slept there in the room they shared,
- | And all the time fate had his end prepared.
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- | One thing alone made life not perfect sweet:
- | The mother's daily fear of what would come
- | When woman and her lovely boy should meet,
- | When the new wife would break up the old home.
- | Fear of that unborn evil struck her dumb,
- | And when her darling and a woman met,
- | She shook and prayed, 'Not her, O God; not yet.'
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- | 'Not yet, dear God, my Jimmy go from me.'
- | Then she would subtly question with her son.
- | 'Not very handsome, I don't think her be?'
- | 'God help the man who marries such an one.'
- | Her red eyes peered to spy the mischief done.
- | She took great care to keep the girls away,
- | And all her trouble made him easier prey.
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- | There was a woman out at Plaister's End,
- | Light of her body, fifty to the pound,
- | A copper coin for any man to spend,
- | Lovely to look on when the wits were drowned.
- | Her husband's skeleton was never found,
- | It lay among the rocks at Glydyr Mor
- | Where he drank poison finding her a whore.
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- | She was not native there, for she belonged
- | Out Milford way, or Swansea; no one knew.
- | She had the piteous look of someone wronged,
- | 'Anna,' her name, a widow, last of Triw.
- | She had lived at Plaister's End a year or two;
- | At Callow's cottage, renting half an acre;
- | She was a hen-wife and a perfume-maker.
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- | Secret she was; she lived in reputation;
- | But secret unseen threads went floating out:
- | Her smile, her voice, her face, were all temptation,
- | All subtle flies to trouble man the trout;
- | Man to entice, entrap, entangle, flout...
- | To take and spoil, and then to cast aside:
- | Gain without giving was the craft she plied.
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- | And she complained, poor lonely widowed soul,
- | How no one cared, and men were rutters all;
- | While true love is an ever-burning goal
- | Burning the brighter as the shadows fall.
- | And all love's dogs went hunting at the call,
- | Married or not she took them by the brain,
- | Sucked at their hearts and tossed them back again.
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- | Like the straw fires lit on Saint John's Eve,
- | She burned and dwindled in her fickle heart;
- | For if she wept when Harry took his leave,
- | Her tears were lures to beckon Bob to start.
- | And if, while loving Bob, a tinker's cart
- | Came by, she opened window with a smile
- | And gave the tinker hints to wait a while.
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- | She passed for pure; but, years before, in Wales,
- | Living at Mountain Ash with different men,
- | Her less discretion had inspired tales
- | Of certain things she did, and how, and when.
- | Those seven years of youth; we are frantic then.
- | She had been frantic in her years of youth,
- | The tales were not more evil than the truth.
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- | She had two children as the fruits of trade
- | Though she drank bitter herbs to kill the curse,
- | Both of them sons, and one she overlaid,
- | The other one the parish had to nurse.
- | Now she grew plump with money in her purse,
- | Passing for pure a hundred miles, I guess,
- | From where her little son wore workhouse dress.
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- | There with the Union boys he came and went,
- | A parish bastard fed on bread and tea,
- | Wearing a bright tin badge in furthest Gwent,
- | And no one knowing who his folk could be.
- | His mother never knew his new name: she,--
- | She touched the lust of those who served her turn,
- | And chief among her men was Shepherd Ern.
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- | A moody, treacherous man of bawdy mind,
- | Married to that mild girl from Ercall Hill,
- | Whose gentle goodness made him more inclined
- | To hotter sauces sharper on the bill.
- | The new lust gives the lecher the new thrill,
- | The new wine scratches as it slips the throat,
- | The new flag is so bright by the old boat.
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- | Ern was her man to buy her bread and meat,
- | Half of his weekly wage was hers to spend,
- | She used to mock 'How is your wife, my sweet?'
- | Or wail, 'O, Ernie, how is this to end?'
- | Or coo, 'My Ernie is without a friend,
- | She cannot understand my precious life,'
- | And Ernie would go home and beat his wife.
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- | So the four souls are ranged, the chess-board set,
- | The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate
- | Brought it to come to being that they met
- | After so many years of lying in wait.
- | While we least think it he prepares his Mate.
- | Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases
- | Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.
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- | October Fair-time is the time for fun,
- | For all the street is hurdled into rows
- | Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun,
- | And Lemster sheep which pant and seem to doze,
- | And stalls of hardbake and galanty shows,
- | And cheapjacks smashing crocks, and trumpets blowing,
- | And the loud organ of the horses going.
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- | There you can buy blue ribbons for your girl
- | Or take her in a swing-boat tossing high,
- | Or hold her fast when all the horses whirl
- | Round to the steam pipe whanging at the sky,
- | Or stand her cockshies at the cocoa-shy,
- | Or buy her brooches with her name in red,
- | Or Queen Victoria done in gingerbread.
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- | Then there are rifle shots at tossing balls,
- | 'And if you hit you get a good cigar.'
- | And strength-whackers for lads to lamm with mauls,
- | And Cheshire cheeses on a greasy spar.
- | The country folk flock in from near and far,
- | Women and men, like blow-flies to the roast,
- | All love the fair; but Anna loved it most.
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- | Anna was all agog to see the fair;
- | She made Ern promise to be there to meet her,
- | To arm her round to all the pleasures there,
- | And buy her ribbons for her neck, and treat her,
- | So that no woman at the fair should beat her
- | In having pleasure at a man's expense.
- | She planned to meet him at the chapel fence.
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- | So Ernie went; and Jimmy took his mother,
- | Dressed in her finest with a Monmouth shawl,
- | And there was such a crowd she thought she'd smother,
- | And O, she loved a pep'mint above all.
- | Clash go the crockeries where the cheapjacks bawl,
- | Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum,
- | And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come.
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- | He hunted for her up and down the place,
- | Raging and snapping like a working brew.
- | 'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face,
- | And when I've done for him I'll go for you.'
- | He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do
- | For his poor little children back at home
- | Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.'
-
- | Not finding her, he went into an inn,
- | Busy with ringing till and scratching matches.
- | Where thirsty drovers mingled stout with gin
- | And three or four Welsh herds were singing catches.
- | The swing-doors clattered, letting in in snatches
- | The noises of the fair, now low, now loud.
- | Ern called for beer and glowered at the crowd.
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- | While he was glowering at his drinking there
- | In came the gipsy Bessie, hawking toys;
- | A bold-eyed strapping harlot with black hair,
- | One of the tribe which camped at Shepherd's Bois.
- | She lured him out of inn into the noise
- | Of the steam-organ where the horses spun,
- | And so the end of all things was begun.
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- | Newness in lust, always the old in love.
- | 'Put up your toys,' he said, 'and come along,
- | We'll have a turn of swing-boats up above,
- | And see the murder when they strike the gong.'
- | 'Don't 'ee,' she giggled. 'My, but ain't you strong.
- | And where's your proper girl? You don't know me.'
- | 'I do.' 'You don't.' 'Why, then, I will,' said he.
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- | Anna was late because the cart which drove her
- | Called for her late (the horse had broke a trace),
- | She was all dressed and scented for her lover,
- | Her bright blue blouse had imitation lace,
- | The paint was red as roses on her face,
- | She hummed a song, because she thought to see
- | How envious all the other girls would be.
-
- | When she arrived and found her Ernie gone,
- | Her bitter heart thought, 'This is how it is.
- | Keeping me waiting while the sports are on:
- | Promising faithful, too, and then to miss.
- | O, Ernie, won't I give it you for this.'
- | And looking up she saw a couple cling,
- | Ern with his arm round Bessie in the swing.
-
- | Ern caught her eye and spat, and cut her dead,
- | Bessie laughed hardly, in the gipsy way.
- | Anna, though blind with fury, tossed her head,
- | Biting her lips until the red was grey,
- | For bitter moments given, bitter pay,
- | The time for payment comes, early or late,
- | No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate.
-
- | She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths
- | What Ern should suffer if he turned agen,
- | And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes
- | Within a little ring of farming men.
- | 'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.'
- | His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle,
- | To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle.
-
- | Then the ram butted and the game began,
- | Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted.
- | The good old wrestling game of Ram and Man,
- | At which none knows the hunter from the hunted.
- | 'Come and see Jimmy have his belly bunted.'
- | 'Good tup. Good Jim. Good Jimmy. Sick him, Rover,
- | By dang, but Jimmy's got him fairly over.'
-
- | Then there was clap of hands and Jimmy grinned
- | And took five silver shillings from his backers,
- | And said th'old tup had put him out of wind
- | Or else he'd take all comers at the Whackers.
- | And some made rude remarks of rams and knackers,
- | And mother shook to get her son alone,
- | So's to be sure he hadn't broke a bone.
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- | None but the lucky man deserves the fair,
- | For lucky men have money and success,
- | Things that a whore is very glad to share,
- | Or dip, at least, a finger in the mess.
- | Anne, with her raddled cheeks and Sunday dress,
- | Smiled upon Jimmy, seeing him succeed,
- | As though to say, 'You are a man, indeed.'
-
- | All the great things of life are swiftly done,
- | Creation, death, and love the double gate.
- | However much we dawdle in the sun
- | We have to hurry at the touch of Fate;
- | When Life knocks at the door no one can wait,
- | When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
- | And so with love, and Jimmy found it so.
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- | Love, the sharp spear, went pricking to the bone,
- | In that one look, desire and bitter aching,
- | Longing to have that woman all alone
- | For her dear beauty's sake all else forsaking;
- | And sudden agony that set him shaking
- | Lest she, whose beauty made his heart's blood cruddle,
- | Should be another man's to kiss and cuddle.
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- | She was beside him when he left the ring,
- | Her soft dress brushed against him as he passed her;
- | He thought her penny scent a sweeter thing
- | Than precious ointment out of alabaster;
- | Love, the mild servant, makes a drunken master.
- | She smiled, half sadly, out of thoughtful eyes,
- | And all the strong young man was easy prize.
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- | She spoke, to take him, seeing him a sheep,
- | 'How beautiful you wrastled with the ram,
- | It made me all go tremble just to peep,
- | I am that fond of wrastling, that I am.
- | Why, here's your mother, too. Good-evening, ma'am.
- | I was just telling Jim how well he done,
- | How proud you must be of so fine a son.'
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- | Old mother blinked, while Jimmy hardly knew
- | Whether he knew the woman there or not;
- | But well he knew, if not, he wanted to,
- | Joy of her beauty ran in him so hot,
- | Old trembling mother by him was forgot,
- | While Anna searched the mother's face, to know
- | Whether she took her for a whore or no.
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- | The woman's maxim, 'Win the woman first,'
- | Made her be gracious to the withered thing.
- | 'This being in crowds do give one such a thirst,
- | I wonder if they've tea going at "The King"?
- | My throat's that dry my very tongue do cling,
- | Perhaps you'd take my arm, we'd wander up
- | (If you'd agree) and try and get a cup.
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- | Come, ma'am, a cup of tea would do you good;
- | There's nothing like a nice hot cup of tea
- | After the crowd and all the time you've stood;
- | And "The King's" strict, it isn't like "The Key,"
- | Now, take my arm, my dear, and lean on me.'
- | And Jimmy's mother, being nearly blind,
- | Took Anna's arm, and only thought her kind.
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- | So off they set, with Anna talking to her,
- | How nice the tea would be after the crowd,
- | And mother thinking half the time she knew her,
- | And Jimmy's heart's blood ticking quick and loud,
- | And Death beside him knitting at his shroud,
- | And all the High Street babbling with the fair,
- | And white October clouds in the blue air.
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- | So tea was made, and down they sat to drink;
- | O the pale beauty sitting at the board!
- | There is more death in women than we think,
- | There is much danger in the soul adored,
- | The white hands bring the poison and the cord;
- | Death has a lodge in lips as red as cherries,
- | Death has a mansion in the yew-tree berries.
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- | They sat there talking after tea was done,
- | And Jimmy blushed at Anna's sparkling looks,
- | And Anna flattered mother on her son,
- | Catching both fishes on her subtle hooks.
- | With twilight, tea and talk in ingle-nooks,
- | And music coming up from the dim street,
- | Mother had never known a fair so sweet.
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- | Now cow-bells clink, for milking-time is come,
- | The drovers stack the hurdles into carts,
- | New masters drive the straying cattle home,
- | Many a young calf from his mother parts,
- | Hogs straggle back to sty by fits and starts;
- | The farmers take a last glass at the inns,
- | And now the frolic of the fair begins.
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- | All of the side shows of the fair are lighted,
- | Flares and bright lights, and brassy cymbals clanging,
- | 'Beginning now' and 'Everyone's invited,'
- | Shatter the pauses of the organ's whanging,
- | The Oldest Show on Earth and the Last Hanging,
- | 'The Murder in the Red Barn,' with real blood,
- | The rifles crack, the Sally shy-sticks thud.
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- | Anna walked slowly homewards with her prey,
- | Holding old tottering mother's weight upon her,
- | And pouring in sweet poison on the way
- | Of 'Such a pleasure, ma'am, and such an honour,'
- | And 'One's so safe with such a son to con her
- | Through all the noises and through all the press,
- | Boys daredn't squirt tormenters on her dress.'
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- | At mother's door they stop to say 'Good-night.'
- | And mother must go in to set the table.
- | Anna pretended that she felt a fright
- | To go alone through all the merry babel:
- | 'My friends are waiting at "The Cain and Abel,"
- | Just down the other side of Market Square,
- | It'd be a mercy if you'd set me there.'
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- | So Jimmy came, while mother went inside;
- | Anna has got her victim in her clutch.
- | Jimmy, all blushing, glad to be her guide,
- | Thrilled by her scent, and trembling at her touch.
- | She was all white and dark, and said not much;
- | She sighed, to hint that pleasure's grave was dug,
- | And smiled within to see him such a mug.
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- | They passed the doctor's house among the trees,
- | She sighed so deep that Jimmy asked her why.
- | 'I'm too unhappy upon nights like these,
- | When everyone has happiness but I!'
- | 'Then, aren't you happy?' She appeared to cry,
- | Blinked with her eyes, and turned away her head:
- | 'Not much; but some men understand,' she said.
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- | Her voice caught lightly on a broken note,
- | Jimmy half-dared but dared not touch her hand,
- | Yet all his blood went pumping in his throat
- | Beside the beauty he could understand,
- | And Death stopped knitting at the muffling band.
- | 'The shroud is done,' he muttered, 'toe to chin.'
- | He snapped the ends, and tucked his needles in.
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- | Jimmy, half stammering, choked, 'Has any man----'
- | He stopped, she shook her head to answer 'No.'
- | 'Then tell me.' 'No. P'raps some day, if I can.
- | It hurts to talk of some things ever so.
- | But you're so different. There, come, we must go
- | None but unhappy women know how good
- | It is to meet a soul who's understood.'
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- | 'No. Wait a moment. May I call you Anna?'
- | 'Perhaps. There must be nearness 'twixt us two.'
- | Love in her face hung out his bloody banner,
- | And all love's clanging trumpets shocked and blew.
- | 'When we got up to-day we never knew.'
- | 'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.'
- | 'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.'
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- | 'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night,
- | That must come later when we know our minds,
- | We must agree to keep this evening white,
- | We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.'
- | And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds,
- | And all the dancers whirling in the fair,
- | Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there.
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- | 'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly.
- | 'But it begins again with you for friend.'
- | In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy,
- | A lovely fragile thing for him to tend,
- | Grace beyond measure, beauty without end.
- | 'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door.
- | I never knew what people meant before.'
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- | 'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet,
- | The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye,
- | Come just another short turn down the street,
- | The whole life's bubbling up for you and I.
- | Somehow I feel to-morrow we may die.
- | Come just as far as to the blacksmith's light.'
- | But 'No' said Anna; 'Not to-night. Good-night.'
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- | All the tides triumph when the white moon fills.
- | Down in the race the toppling waters shout,
- | The breakers shake the bases of the hills,
- | There is a thundering where the streams go out,
- | And the wise shipman puts his ship about
- | Seeing the gathering of those waters wan,
- | But what when love makes high tide in a man?
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- | Jimmy walked home with all his mind on fire,
- | One lovely face for ever set in flame.
- | He shivered as he went, like tautened wire,
- | Surge after surge of shuddering in him came
- | And then swept out repeating one sweet name,
- | 'Anna, O Anna,' to the evening star.
- | Anna was sipping whiskey in the bar.
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- | So back to home and mother Jimmy wandered,
- | Thinking of Plaister's End and Anna's lips.
- | He ate no supper worth the name, but pondered
- | On Plaister's End hedge, scarlet with ripe hips,
- | And of the lovely moon there in eclipse,
- | And how she must be shining in the house
- | Behind the hedge of those old dog-rose boughs.
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- | Old mother cleared away. The clock struck eight.
- | 'Why, boy, you've left your bacon, lawks a me,
- | So that's what comes of having tea so late,
- | Another time you'll go without your tea.
- | Your father liked his cup, too, didn't he,
- | Always "another cup" he used to say,
- | He never went without on any day.
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- | How nice the lady was and how she talked,
- | I've never had a nicer fair, not ever.'
- | 'She said she'd like to see us if we walked
- | To Plaister's End, beyond by Watersever.
- | Nice-looking woman, too, and that, and clever;
- | We might go round one evening, p'raps, we two;
- | Or I might go, if it's too far for you.'
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- | 'No,' said the mother, 'we're not folk for that;
- | Meet at the fair and that, and there an end.
- | Rake out the fire and put out the cat,
- | These fairs are sinful, tempting folk to spend.
- | Of course she spoke polite and like a friend;
- | Of course she had to do, and so I let her,
- | But now it's done and past, so I forget her.'
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- | 'I don't see why forget her. Why forget her?
- | She treat us kind. She weren't like everyone.
- | I never saw a woman I liked better,
- | And he's not easy pleased, my father's son.
- | So I'll go round some night when work is done.'
- | 'Now, Jim, my dear, trust mother, there's a dear.'
- | 'Well, so I do, but sometimes you're so queer.'
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- | She blinked at him out of her withered eyes
- | Below her lashless eyelids red and bleared.
- | Her months of sacrifice had won the prize,
- | Her Jim had come to what she always feared.
- | And yet she doubted, so she shook and peered
- | And begged her God not let a woman take
- | The lovely son whom she had starved to make.
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- | Doubting, she stood the dishes in the rack,
- | 'We'll ask her in some evening, then,' she said,
- | 'How nice her hair looked in the bit of black.'
- | And still she peered from eyes all dim and red
- | To note at once if Jimmy drooped his head,
- | Or if his ears blushed when he heard her praised,
- | And Jimmy blushed and hung his head and gazed.
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- | 'This is the end,' she thought. 'This is the end.
- | I'll have to sew again for Mr Jones,
- | Do hems when I can hardly see to mend,
- | And have the old ache in my marrow-bones.
- | And when his wife's in child-bed, when she groans,
- | She'll send for me until the pains have ceased,
- | And give me leavings at the christening feast.
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- | And sit aslant to eye me as I eat,
- | "You're only wanted here, ma'am, for to-day,
- | Just for the christ'ning party, for the treat,
- | Don't ever think I mean to let you stay;
- | Two's company, three's none, that's what I say."
- | Life can be bitter to the very bone
- | When one is poor, and woman, and alone.
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- | 'Jimmy,' she said, still doubting, 'Come, my dear,
- | Let's have our "Binger," 'fore we go to bed,'
- | And then 'The parson's dog,' she cackled clear,
- | 'Lep over stile,' she sang, nodding her head.
- | 'His name was little Binger.' 'Jim,' she said,
- | 'Binger, now, chorus' ... Jimmy kicked the hob,
- | The sacrament of song died in a sob.
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- | Jimmy went out into the night to think
- | Under the moon so steady in the blue.
- | The woman's beauty ran in him like drink,
- | The fear that men had loved her burnt him through;
- | The fear that even then another knew
- | All the deep mystery which women make
- | To hide the inner nothing made him shake.
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- | 'Anna, I love you, and I always shall.'
- | He looked towards Plaister's End beyond Cot Hills.
- | A white star glimmered in the long canal,
- | A droning from the music came in thrills.
- | Love is a flame to burn out human wills,
- | Love is a flame to set the will on fire,
- | Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
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- | One of the three, we make Love what we choose,
- | But Jimmy did not know, he only thought
- | That Anna was too beautiful to lose,
- | That she was all the world and he was naught,
- | That it was sweet, though bitter, to be caught.
- | 'Anna, I love you.' Underneath the moon,
- | 'I shall go mad unless I see you soon.'
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- | The fair's lights threw aloft a misty glow.
- | The organ whangs, the giddy horses reel,
- | The rifles cease, the folk begin to go,
- | The hands unclamp the swing-boats from the wheel,
- | There is a smell of trodden orange peel;
- | The organ drones and dies, the horses stop,
- | And then the tent collapses from the top.
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- | The fair is over, let the people troop,
- | The drunkards stagger homewards down the gutters,
- | The showmen heave in an excited group,
- | The poles tilt slowly down, the canvas flutters,
- | The mauls knock out the pins, the last flare sputters.
- | 'Lower away.' 'Go easy.' 'Lower, lower.'
- | 'You've dang near knock my skull in. Loose it slower.'
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- | 'Back in the horses.' 'Are the swing-boats loaded?'
- | 'All right to start.' 'Bill, where's the cushion gone?
- | The red one for the Queen?' 'I think I stowed it.'
- | 'You think, you think. Lord, where's that cushion, John?'
- | 'It's in that bloody box you're sitting on,
- | What more d'you want?' A concertina plays
- | Far off as wandering lovers go their ways.
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- | Up the dim Bye Street to the market-place
- | The dead bones of the fair are borne in carts,
- | Horses and swing-boats at a funeral pace
- | After triumphant hours quickening hearts;
- | A policeman eyes each waggon as it starts,
- | The drowsy showmen stumble half asleep,
- | One of them catcalls, having drunken deep.
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- | So out, over the pass, into the plain,
- | And the dawn finds them filling empty cans
- | In some sweet-smelling dusty country lane,
- | Where a brook chatters over rusty pans.
- | The iron chimneys of the caravans
- | Smoke as they go. And now the fair has gone
- | To find a new pitch somewhere further on.
-
- | But as the fair moved out two lovers came,
- | Ernie and Bessie loitering out together;
- | Bessie with wild eyes, hungry as a flame,
- | Ern like a stallion tugging at a tether.
- | It was calm moonlight, and October weather,
- | So still, so lovely, as they topped the ridge.
- | They brushed by Jimmy standing on the bridge.
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- | And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other,
- | And the blood burned in each heart beating there;
- | And out into the Bye Street tottered mother,
- | Without her shawl, in the October air.
- | 'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair
- | Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face,
- | And the two lovers clung in an embrace.
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- | 'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed
- | Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown.
- | So this was Love, the something he had missed,
- | Woman and man athirst, aflame, alone.
- | Envy went knocking at his marrow-bone,
- | And Anna's face swam up so dim, so fair,
- | Shining and sweet, with poppies in her hair.
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- | After the fair, the gang began again.
- | Tipping the trollies down the banks of earth.
- | The truck of stone clanks on the endless chain,
- | A clever pony guides it to its berth.
- | 'Let go.' It tips, the navvies shout for mirth
- | To see the pony step aside, so wise,
- | But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes.
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- | And when he stopped his shovelling he looked
- | Over the junipers towards Plaister way,
- | The beauty of his darling had him hooked,
- | He had no heart for wrastling with the clay.
- | 'O Lord Almighty, I must get away;
- | O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower,
- | Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.'
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- | The whistle on the pilot engine blew,
- | The men knocked off, and Jimmy slipped aside
- | Over the fence, over the bridge, and through,
- | And then ahead along the water-side,
- | Under the red-brick rail-bridge, arching wide,
- | Over the hedge, across the fields, and on;
- | The foreman asked: 'Where's Jimmy Gurney gone?'
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- | It is a mile and more to Plaister's End,
- | But Jimmy ran the short way by the stream,
- | And there was Anna's cottage at the bend,
- | With blue smoke on the chimney, faint as steam.
- | 'God, she's at home,' and up his heart a gleam
- | Leapt like a rocket on November nights,
- | And shattered slowly in a burst of lights.
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- | Anna was singing at her kitchen fire,
- | She was surprised, and not well pleased to see
- | A sweating navvy, red with heat and mire,
- | Come to her door, whoever he might be.
- | But when she saw that it was Jimmy, she
- | Smiled at his eyes upon her, full of pain,
- | And thought, 'But, still, he mustn't come again.
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- | People will talk; boys are such crazy things;
- | But he's a dear boy though he is so green.'
- | So, hurriedly, she slipped her apron strings,
- | And dabbed her hair, and wiped her fingers clean,
- | And came to greet him languid as a queen,
- | Looking as sweet, as fair, as pure, as sad,
- | As when she drove her loving husband mad.
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- | 'Poor boy,' she said, 'Poor boy, how hot you are.'
- | She laid a cool hand to his sweating face.
- | 'How kind to come. Have you been running far?
- | I'm just going out; come up the road a pace.
- | O dear, these hens; they're all about the place.'
- | So Jimmy shooed the hens at her command,
- | And got outside the gate as she had planned.
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- | 'Anna, my dear, I love you; love you, true;
- | I had to come--I don't know--I can't rest--
- | I lay awake all night, thinking of you.
- | Many must love you, but I love you best.'
- | 'Many have loved me, yes, dear,' she confessed,
- | She smiled upon him with a tender pride,
- | 'But my love ended when my husband died.
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- | Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends;
- | Love with its fever's at an end for me.
- | Be by me gently now the fever ends,
- | Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see,
- | I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she,
- | 'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear----
- | 'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near.
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- | Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find
- | One who will understand; but life is life,
- | And those who do not know are so unkind.
- | But you'll be by me, Jimmy, in the strife,
- | I love you though I cannot be your wife;
- | And now be off, before the whistle goes,
- | Or else you'll lose your quarter, goodness knows.'
-
- | 'When can I see you, Anna? Tell me, dear.
- | To-night? To-morrow? Shall I come to-night?
- | 'Jimmy, my friend, I cannot have you here;
- | But when I come to town perhaps we might.
- | Dear, you must go; no kissing; you can write,
- | And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn
- | What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern).
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- | 'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand.
- | If we were only free, dear, free to meet,
- | Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand
- | And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet;
- | But my dead husband lies under the sheet,
- | Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one,
- | So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done.
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- | But though my heart is buried in his grave
- | Something might be--friendship and utter trust--
- | And you, my dear starved little Jim shall have
- | Flowers of friendship from my dead heart's dust;
- | Life would be sweet if men would never lust.
- | Why do you, Jimmy? Tell me sometime, dear,
- | Why men are always what we women fear.
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- | Not now. Good-bye; we understand, we two,
- | And life, O Jim, how glorious life is;
- | This sunshine in my heart is due to you;
- | I was so sad, and life has given this.
- | I think "I wish I had something of his,"
- | Do give me something, will you be so kind?
- | Something to keep you always in my mind.
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- | 'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.'
- | He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt
- | That as she stood to watch him from the gate
- | Her heart was half amusement, half contempt,
- | Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt,
- | In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern.
- | She blew him kisses till he passed the turn.
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- | The whistle blew before he reached the line;
- | The foreman asked him what the hell he meant,
- | Whether a duke had asked him out to dine,
- | Or if he thought the bag would pay his rent?
- | And Jim was fined before the foreman went.
- | But still his spirit glowed from Anna's words,
- | Cooed in the voice so like a singing bird's.
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- | 'O Anna, darling, you shall have a present;
- | I'd give you golden gems if I were rich,
- | And everything that's sweet and all that's pleasant.'
- | He dropped his pick as though he had a stitch,
- | And stared tow'rds Plaister's End, past Bushe's Pitch.
- | O beauty, what I have to give I'll give,
- | All mine is yours, beloved, while I live.'
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- | All through the afternoon his pick was slacking,
- | His eyes were always turning west and south,
- | The foreman was inclined to send him packing,
- | But put it down to after fair-day drouth;
- | He looked at Jimmy with an ugly mouth,
- | And Jimmy slacked, and muttered in a moan,
- | 'My love, my beautiful, my very own.'
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- | So she had loved. Another man had had her;
- | She had been his with passion in the night;
- | An agony of envy made him sadder,
- | Yet stabbed a pang of bitter-sweet delight--
- | O he would keep his image of her white.
- | The foreman cursed, stepped up, and asked him flat
- | What kind of gum-tree he was gaping at.
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- | It was Jim's custom, when the pay day came,
- | To take his weekly five and twenty shilling
- | Back in the little packet to his dame;
- | Not taking out a farthing for a filling,
- | Nor twopence for a pot, for he was willing
- | That she should have it all to save or spend.
- | But love makes many lovely customs end.
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- | Next pay day came and Jimmy took the money,
- | But not to mother, for he meant to buy
- | A thirteen-shilling locket for his honey,
- | Whatever bellies hungered and went dry,
- | A silver heart-shape with a ruby eye.
- | He bought the thing and paid the shopman's price,
- | And hurried off to make the sacrifice.
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- | 'Is it for me? You dear, dear generous boy.
- | How sweet of you. I'll wear it in my dress.
- | When you're beside me life is such a joy,
- | You bring the sun to solitariness.'
- | She brushed his jacket with a light caress,
- | His arms went round her fast, she yielded meek;
- | He had the happiness to kiss her cheek.
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- | 'My dear, my dear.' 'My very dear, my Jim,
- | How very kind my Jimmy is to me;
- | I ache to think that some are harsh to him;
- | Not like my Jimmy, beautiful and free.
- | My darling boy, how lovely it would be
- | If all would trust as we two trust each other.'
- | And Jimmy's heart grew hard against his mother.
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- | She, poor old soul, was waiting in the gloom
- | For Jimmy's pay, that she could do the shopping.
- | The clock ticked out a solemn tale of doom;
- | Clogs on the bricks outside went clippa-clopping,
- | The owls were coming out and dew was dropping.
- | The bacon burnt, and Jimmy not yet home.
- | The clock was ticking dooms out like a gnome.
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- | 'What can have kept him that he doesn't come?
- | O God, they'd tell me if he'd come to hurt.'
- | The unknown, unseen evil struck her numb,
- | She saw his body bloody in the dirt,
- | She saw the life blood pumping through the shirt,
- | She saw him tipsy in the navvies' booth,
- | She saw all forms of evil but the truth.
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- | At last she hurried up the line to ask
- | If Jim were hurt or why he wasn't back.
- | She found the watchman wearing through his task;
- | Over the fire basket in his shack;
- | Behind, the new embankment rose up black.
- | 'Gurney?' he said. 'He'd got to see a friend.'
- | 'Where?' 'I dunno. I think out Plaister's End.
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- | Thanking the man, she tottered down the hill,
- | The long-feared fang had bitten to the bone.
- | The brook beside her talked as water will
- | That it was lonely singing all alone,
- | The night was lonely with the water's tone,
- | And she was lonely to the very marrow.
- | Love puts such bitter poison on Fate's arrow.
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- | She went the long way to them by the mills,
- | She told herself that she must find her son.
- | The night was ominous of many ills;
- | The soughing larch-clump almost made her run,
- | Her boots hurt (she had got a stone in one)
- | And bitter beaks were tearing at her liver
- | That her boy's heart was turned from her forever.
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- | She kept the lane, past Spindle's, past the Callows',
- | Her lips still muttering prayers against the worst,
- | And there were people coming from the sallows,
- | Along the wild duck patch by Beggar's Hurst.
- | Being in moonlight mother saw them first,
- | She saw them moving in the moonlight dim,
- | A woman with a sweet voice saying 'Jim.'
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- | Trembling she grovelled down into the ditch,
- | They wandered past her pressing side to side.
- | 'O Anna, my belov'd, if I were rich.'
- | It was her son, and Anna's voice replied,
- | 'Dear boy, dear beauty boy, my love and pride.'
- | And he: 'It's but a silver thing, but I
- | Will earn you better lockets by and bye.'
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- | 'Dear boy, you mustn't.' 'But I mean to do.'
- | 'What was that funny sort of noise I heard?'
- | 'Where?' 'In the hedge; a sort of sob or coo.
- | Listen. It's gone.' 'It may have been a bird.'
- | Jim tossed a stone but mother never stirred.
- | She hugged the hedgerow, choking down her pain,
- | While the hot tears were blinding in her brain.
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- | The two passed on, the withered woman rose,
- | For many minutes she could only shake,
- | Staring ahead with trembling little 'Oh's,'
- | The noise a very frightened child might make.
- | 'O God, dear God, don't let the woman take
- | My little son, God, not my little Jim.
- | O God, I'll have to starve if I lose him.'
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- | So back she trembled, nodding with her head,
- | Laughing and trembling in the bursts of tears,
- | Her ditch-filled boots both squelching in the tread,
- | Her shopping-bonnet sagging to her ears,
- | Her heart too dumb with brokenness for fears.
- | The nightmare whickering with the laugh of death
- | Could not have added terror to her breath.
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- | She reached the house, and: 'I'm all right,' said she,
- | 'I'll just take off my things; but I'm all right,
- | 'I'd be all right with just a cup of tea,
- | If I could only get this grate to light,
- | The paper's damp and Jimmy's late to-night;
- | "Belov'd, if I was rich," was what he said,
- | O Jim, I wish that God would kill me dead.'
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- | While she was blinking at the unlit grate,
- | Scratching the moistened match-heads off the wood,
- | She heard Jim coming, so she reached his plate,
- | And forked the over-frizzled scraps of food.
- | 'You're late,' she said, 'and this yer isn't good,
- | Whatever makes you come in late like this?'
- | 'I've been to Plaister's End, that's how it is.'
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- | 'You've been to Plaister's End?'
- | 'Yes.'
- | 'I've been staying
- | For money for the shopping ever so.
- | Down here we can't get victuals without paying,
- | There's no trust down the Bye Street, as you know,
- | And now it's dark and it's too late to go.
- | You've been to Plaister's End. What took you there?'
- | 'The lady who was with us at the fair.'
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- | 'The lady, eh? The lady?'
- | 'Yes, the lady.'
- | 'You've been to see her?'
- | 'Yes.'
- | 'What happened then?'
- | 'I saw her.'
- | 'Yes. And what filth did she trade ye?
- | Or d'you expect your locket back agen?
- | I know the rotten ways of whores with men.
- | What did it cost ye?'
- | 'What did what cost?'
- | 'It.
- | Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.'
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- | 'I don't know what you mean.'
- | 'Jimmy, my own.
- | Don't lie to mother, boy, for mother knows.
- | I know you and that lady to the bone,
- | And she's a whore, that thing you call a rose,
- | A whore who takes whatever male thing goes;
- | A harlot with the devil's skill to tell
- | The special key of each man's door to hell.'
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- | 'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.'
- | 'You can't tell women like a woman can;
- | A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly,
- | A strumpet tells a lie to win a man,
- | Women were liars since the world began;
- | And she's a liar, branded in the eyes,
- | A rotten liar, who inspires lies.'
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- | 'I say she's not.'
- | 'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie,
- | You've seen her often in the last few days,
- | She's given a love as makes you come in weary
- | To lie to me before going out to laze.
- | She's tempted you into the devil's ways,
- | She's robbing you, full fist, of what you earn,
- | In God's name, what's she giving in return?'
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- | 'Her faith, my dear, and that's enough for me.'
- | 'Her faith. Her faith. O Jimmy, listen, dear;
- | Love doesn't ask for faith, my son, not he;
- | He asks for life throughout the live-long year,
- | And life's a test for any plough to ere
- | Life tests a plough in meadows made of stones,
- | Love takes a toll of spirit, mind and bones.
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- | I know a woman's portion when she loves,
- | It's hers to give, my darling, not to take;
- | It isn't lockets, dear, nor pairs of gloves,
- | It isn't marriage bells nor wedding cake,
- | It's up and cook, although the belly ache;
- | And bear the child, and up and work again,
- | And count a sick man's grumble worth the pain.
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- | Will she do this, and fifty times as much?'
- | 'No. I don't ask her.'
- | 'No. I warrant, no.
- | She's one to get a young fool in her clutch,
- | And you're a fool to let her trap you so.
- | She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go;
- | I was so happy, dear, before she came,
- | And now I'm going to the grave in shame.
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- | I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room.
- | For fifteen years I got you all you had,
- | You were my little son, made in my womb,
- | Left all to me, for God had took your dad,
- | You were a good son, doing all I bade,
- | Until this strumpet came from God knows where,
- | And now you lie, and I am in despair.
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- | Jimmy, I won't say more. I know you think
- | That I don't know, being just a withered old,
- | With chaps all fallen in and eyes that blink,
- | And hands that tremble so they cannot hold.
- | A bag of bones to put in churchyard mould,
- | A red-eyed hag beside your evening star.'
- | And Jimmy gulped, and thought 'By God, you are.'
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- | 'Well, if I am, my dear, I don't pretend.
- | I got my eyes red, Jimmy, making you.
- | My dear, before our love time's at an end
- | Think just a minute what it is you do.
- | If this were right, my dear, you'd tell me true;
- | You don't, and so it's wrong; you lie; and she
- | Lies too, or else you wouldn't lie to me.
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- | Women and men have only got one way
- | And that way's marriage; other ways are lust.
- | If you must marry this one, then you may,
- | If not you'll drop her.'
- | 'No.' 'I say you must.
- | Or bring my hairs with sorrow to the dust.
- | Marry your whore, you'll pay, and there an end.
- | My God, you shall not have a whore for friend.
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- | By God, you shall not, not while I'm alive.
- | Never, so help me God, shall that thing be.
- | If she's a woman fit to touch she'll wive,
- | If not she's whore, and she shall deal with me.
- | And may God's blessed mercy help us see
- | And may He make my Jimmy count the cost,
- | My little boy who's lost, as I am lost.'
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- | People in love cannot be won by kindness,
- | And opposition makes them feel like martyrs.
- | When folk are crazy with a drunken blindness,
- | It's best to flog them with each other's garters,
- | And have the flogging done by Shropshire carters,
- | Born under Ercall where the while stones lie;
- | Ercall that smells of honey in July.
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- | Jimmy said nothing in reply, but thought
- | That mother was an old, hard jealous thing.
- | 'I'll love my girl through good and ill report,
- | I shall be true whatever grief it bring.'
- | And in his heart he heard the death-bell ring
- | For mother's death, and thought what it would be
- | To bury her in churchyard and be free.
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- | He saw the narrow grave under the wall,
- | Home without mother nagging at his dear,
- | And Anna there with him at evenfall,
- | Bidding him dry his eyes and be of cheer.
- | 'The death that took poor mother brings me near,
- | Nearer than we have ever been before,
- | Near as the dead one came, but dearer, more.'
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- | 'Good-night, my son,' said mother. 'Night,' he said.
- | He dabbed her brow wi's lips and blew the light,
- | She lay quite silent crying on the bed,
- | Stirring no limb, but crying through the night.
- | He slept, convinced that he was Anna's knight.
- | And when he went to work he left behind
- | Money for mother crying herself blind.
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- | After that night he came to Anna's call,
- | He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings,
- | Mother had no more share in him at all;
- | All that the mother had was Anna's leavings.
- | There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings,
- | Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him,
- | And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.'
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- | Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick,
- | You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer.
- | You put less mizzle on your bit of Dick,
- | Or get your time, I'll have no slackers here,
- | I've had my eye on you too long, my dear.'
- | And Jimmy pondered while the man attacked,
- | 'I'd see her all day long if I were sacked.'
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- | And trembling mother thought, 'I'll go to see'r.
- | She'd give me back my boy if she were told
- | Just what he is to me, my pretty dear:
- | She wouldn't leave me starving in the cold,
- | Like what I am.' But she was weak and old.
- | She thought, 'But if I ask her, I'm afraid
- | He'd hate me ever after,' so she stayed.
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- | Bessie, the gipsy, got with child by Ern,
- | She joined her tribe again at Shepherd's Meen,
- | In that old quarry overgrown with fern,
- | Where goats are tethered on the patch of green.
- | There she reflected on the fool she'd been,
- | And plaited kipes and waited for the bastard,
- | And thought that love was glorious while it lasted.
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- | And Ern the moody man went moody home,
- | To that most gentle girl from Ercall Hill,
- | And bade her take a heed now he had come,
- | Or else, by cripes, he'd put her through the mill.
- | He didn't want her love, he'd had his fill,
- | Thank you, of her, the bread and butter sack.
- | And Anna heard that Shepherd Ern was back.
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- | 'Back. And I'll have him back to me,' she muttered,
- | 'This lovesick boy of twenty, green as grass,
- | Has made me wonder if my brains are buttered,
- | He, and his lockets, and his love, the ass.
- | I don't know why he comes. Alas! alas!
- | God knows I want no love; but every sun
- | I bolt my doors on some poor loving one.
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- | It breaks my heart to turn them out of doors,
- | I hear them crying to me in the rain;
- | One, with a white face, curses, one implores,
- | "Anna, for God's sake, let me in again,
- | Anna, belov'd, I cannot bear the pain."
- | Like hoovey sheep bleating outside a fold
- | "Anna, belov'd, I'm in the wind and cold."
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- | I want no men. I'm weary to the soul
- | Of men like moths about a candle flame,
- | Of men like flies about a sugar bowl,
- | Acting alike, and all wanting the same,
- | My dreamed-of swirl of passion never came,
- | No man has given me the love I dreamed,
- | But in the best of each one something gleamed.
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- | If my dear darling were alive, but he...
- | He was the same; he didn't understand.
- | The eyes of that dead child are haunting me,
- | I only turned the blanket with my hand.
- | It didn't hurt, he died as I had planned.
- | A little skinny creature, weak and red;
- | It looked so peaceful after it was dead.
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- | I have been all alone, in spite of all.
- | Never a light to help me place my feet:
- | I have had many a pain and many a fall.
- | Life's a long headache in a noisy street,
- | Love at the budding looks so very sweet,
- | Men put such bright disguises on their lust,
- | And then it all goes crumble into dust.
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- | Jimmy the same, dear, lovely Jimmy, too,
- | He goes the self-same way the others went:
- | I shall bring sorrow to those eyes of blue.
- | He asks the love I'm sure I never meant.
- | Am I to blame? And all his money spent!
- | Men make this shutting doors such cruel pain.
- | O, Ern, I want you in my life again.'
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- | On Sunday afternoons the lovers walk
- | Arm within arm, dressed in their Sunday best,
- | The man with the blue necktie sucks a stalk,
- | The woman answers when she is addressed.
- | On quiet country stiles they sit to rest,
- | And after fifty years of wear and tear
- | They think how beautiful their courtships were.
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- | Jimmy and Anna met to walk together
- | The Sunday after Shepherd Ern returned;
- | And Anna's hat was lovely with a feather
- | Bought and dyed blue with money Jimmy earned.
- | They walked towards Callows Farm, and Anna yearned:
- | 'Dear boy,' she said, 'This road is dull to-day,
- | Suppose we turn and walk the other way.'
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- | They turned, she sighed. 'What makes you sigh?' he asked.
- | 'Thinking,' she said, 'thinking and grieving, too.
- | Perhaps some wicked woman will come masked
- | Into your life, my dear, to ruin you.
- | And trusting every woman as you do
- | It might mean death to love and be deceived;
- | You'd take it hard, I thought, and so I grieved.'
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- | 'Dear one, dear Anna.' 'O my lovely boy,
- | Life is all golden to the finger tips.
- | What will be must be: but to-day's a joy.
- | Reach me that lovely branch of scarlet hips.'
- | He reached and gave; she put it to her lips.
- | 'And here,' she said, 'we come to Plaister Turns.'
- | And then she chose the road to Shepherd Ern's.
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- | As the deft angler, when the fishes rise,
- | Flicks on the broadening circle over each
- | The delicatest touch of dropping flies,
- | Then pulls more line and whips a longer reach,
- | Longing to feel the rod bend, the reel screech,
- | And the quick comrade net the monster out,
- | So Anna played the fly over her trout.
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- | Twice she passed, thrice, she with the boy beside her,
- | A lovely fly, hooked for a human heart,
- | She passed his little gate, while Jimmy eyed her,
- | Feeling her beauty tear his soul apart:
- | Then did the great trout rise, the great pike dart,
- | The gate went clack, a man came up the hill,
- | The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill.
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- | Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows,
- | She would not look behind, she looked ahead.
- | It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose,
- | A golden white rose faintly flushed with red.
- | Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread,
- | Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm.
- | She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm.
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- | 'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him,
- | Cold and surprised, but interested too,
- | To see how much he felt the hook inside him,
- | And how much be surmised, and Jimmy knew,
- | And if her beauty still could make him do
- | The love tricks he had gambolled in the past.
- | A glow shot through her that her fish was grassed.
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- | 'Evening,' she said. 'Good evening.' Jimmy felt
- | Jealous and angry at the shepherd's tone;
- | He longed to hit the fellow's nose a belt,
- | He wanted his beloved his alone.
- | A fellow's girl should be a fellow's own.
- | Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna,
- | Jim might have been in China by his manner.
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- | 'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.'
- | 'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?'
- | 'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.'
- | 'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.'
- | And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe
- | Under the chin to knock him out of time,
- | But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime.
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- | 'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low.
- | She frowned, and blinked and spoke again to Ern.
- | 'I hear the gipsy has a row to hoe.'
- | 'The more you hear,' he said, 'the less you'll learn.'
- | 'We've just come out,' she said, 'to take a turn;
- | Suppose you come along: the more the merrier.'
- | 'All right,' he said, 'but how about the terrier?'
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- | He cocked an eye at Jimmy. 'Does he bite?'
- | Jimmy blushed scarlet. 'He's a dear,' said she.
- | Ern walked a step, 'Will you be in to-night?'
- | She shook her head, 'I doubt if that may be.
- | Jim, here's a friend who wants to talk to me,
- | So will you go and come another day?'
- | 'By crimes, I won't!' said Jimmy, 'I shall stay.'
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- | 'I thought he bit,' said Ern, and Anna smiled,
- | And Jimmy saw the smile and watched her face
- | While all the jealous devils made him wild;
- | A third in love is always out of place;
- | And then her gentle body full of grace
- | Leaned to him sweetly as she tossed her head,
- | 'Perhaps we two'll be getting on,' she said.
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- | They walked, but Jimmy turned to watch the third.
- | 'I'm here, not you,' he said; the shepherd grinned:
- | Anna was smiling sweet without a word;
- | She got the scarlet berry branch unpinned.
- | 'It's cold,' she said, 'this evening, in the wind.'
- | A quick glance showed that Jimmy didn't mind her,
- | She beckoned with the berry branch behind her,
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- | Then dropped it gently on the broken stones,
- | Preoccupied, unheeding, walking straight,
- | Saying 'You jealous boy,' in even tones,
- | Looking so beautiful, so delicate,
- | Being so very sweet: but at her gate
- | She felt her shoe unlaced and looked to know
- | If Ern had taken up the sprig or no.
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- | He had, she smiled. 'Anna,' said Jimmy sadly,
- | 'That man's not fit to be a friend of yourn,
- | He's nobbut just an oaf; I love you madly,
- | And hearing you speak kind to'm made me burn.
- | Who is he then?' She answered 'Shepherd Ern,
- | A pleasant man, an old, old friend of mine.'
- | 'By cripes, then, Anna, drop him, he's a swine.'
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- | 'Jimmy,' she said, 'you must have faith in me,
- | Faith's all the battle in a love like ours.
- | You must believe, my darling, don't you see
- | That life to have its sweets must have its sours.
- | Love isn't always two souls picking flowers.
- | You must have faith. I give you all I can.
- | What, can't I say "Good evening" to a man?'
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- | 'Yes,' he replied, 'But not a man like him.'
- | 'Why not a man like him?' she said, 'What next?'
- | By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim,
- | Among the daisies that the cold had kexed.
- | 'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.'
- | 'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these.
- | "You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.'
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- | 'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold,
- | Proud and imperious with a lifting lip,
- | Blazing within, but outwardly controlled;
- | He had a colt's first instant of the whip.
- | The long lash curled to cut a second strip.
- | 'You to presume to teach. Of course, I know
- | You're mother's Sunday scholar, aren't you? Go.'
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- | She slammed the door behind her, clutching skirts.
- | 'Anna.' He heard her bedroom latches thud.
- | He learned at last how bitterly love hurts;
- | He longed to cut her throat and see her blood,
- | To stamp her blinking eyeballs into mud.
- | 'Anna, by God!' Love's many torments make
- | That tune soon change to 'Dear, for Jesus' sake.'
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- | He beat the door for her. She never stirred,
- | But primming bitter lips before her glass;
- | Admired her hat as though she hadn't heard,
- | And tried her front hair parted, and in mass.
- | She heard her lover's hasty footsteps pass.
- | 'He's gone,' she thought. She crouched below the pane,
- | And heard him cursing as he tramped the lane.
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- | Rage ran in Jimmy as he tramped the night;
- | Rage, strongly mingled with a youth's disgust
- | At finding a beloved woman light,
- | And all her precious beauty dirty dust;
- | A tinsel-varnish gilded over lust.
- | Nothing but that. He sat him down to rage,
- | Beside the stream whose waters never age.
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- | Plashing, it slithered down the tiny fall
- | To eddy wrinkles in the trembling pool
- | With that light voice whose music cannot pall,
- | Always the note of solace, flute-like, cool.
- | And when hot-headed man has been a fool,
- | He could not do a wiser thing than go
- | To that dim pool where purple teazles grow.
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- | He glowered there until suspicion came,
- | Suspicion, anger's bastard, with mean tongue,
- | To mutter to him till his heart was flame,
- | And every fibre of his soul was wrung,
- | That even then Ern and his Anna clung
- | Mouth against mouth in passionate embrace.
- | There was no peace for Jimmy in the place.
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- | Raging he hurried back to learn the truth.
- | The little swinging wicket glimmered white,
- | The chimney jagged the skyline like a tooth,
- | Bells came in swoons for it was Sunday night.
- | The garden was all dark, but there was light
- | Up in the little room where Anna slept:
- | The hot blood beat his brain; he crept, he crept.
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- | Clutching himself to hear, clutching to know,
- | Along the path, rustling with withered leaves,
- | Up to the apple, too decayed to blow,
- | Which crooked a palsied finger at the eaves.
- | And up the lichened trunk his body heaves.
- | Dust blinded him, twigs snapped, the branches shook,
- | He leaned along a mossy bough to look.
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- | Nothing at first, except a guttering candle
- | Shaking amazing shadows on the ceiling,
- | Then Anna's voice upon a bar of 'Randal,
- | Where have you been:' and voice and music reeling,
- | Trembling, as though she sang with flooding feeling.
- | The singing stopped midway upon the stair,
- | Then Anna showed in white with loosened hair.
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- | Her back was towards him, and she stood awhile,
- | Like a wild creature tossing back her mane,
- | And then her head went back, he saw a smile
- | On the half face half turned towards the pane;
- | Her eyes closed, and her arms went out again.
- | Jim gritted teeth, and called upon his Maker,
- | She drooped into a man's arms there to take her.
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- | Agony first, sharp, sudden, like a knife,
- | Then down the tree to batter at the door;
- | 'Open there. Let me in. I'll have your life.
- | You Jezebel of hell, you painted whore,
- | Talk about faith, I'll give you faith galore.'
- | The window creaked, a jug of water came
- | Over his head and neck with certain aim.
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- | 'Clear out,' said Ern; 'I'm here, not you, to-night,
- | Clear out. We whip young puppies when they yap.'
- | 'If you're a man,' said Jim, 'Come down and fight,
- | I'll put a stopper on your ugly chap.'
- | 'Go home,' said Ern; 'Go home and get your pap.
- | To kennel, pup, and bid your mother bake
- | Some soothing syrup in your puppy cake.'
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- | There was a dibble sticking in the bed,
- | Jim wrenched it out and swung it swiftly round,
- | And sent it flying at the shepherd's head:
- | 'I'll give you puppy-cake. Take that, you hound.'
- | The broken glass went clinking to the ground,
- | The dibble balanced, checked, and followed flat.
- | 'My God,' said Ern, 'I'll give you hell for that.'
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- | He flung the door ajar with 'Now, my pup--
- | Hold up the candle, Anna--now, we'll see.'
- | 'By crimes, come on,' said Jimmy; 'Put them up.
- | Come, put them up, you coward, here I be.'
- | And Jim, eleven stone, what chance had he
- | Against fourteen? but what he could he did;
- | Ern swung his right: 'That settles you, my kid.'
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- | Jimmy went down and out: 'The kid,' said Ern.
- | 'A kid, a sucking puppy; hold the light.'
- | And Anna smiled: 'It gave me such a turn,
- | You look so splendid, Ernie, when you fight.'
- | She looked at Jim with: 'Ern, is he all right?'
- | 'He's coming to.' She shuddered, 'Pah, the brute.
- | What things he said'; she stirred him with her foot.
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- | 'You go inside,' said Ern, 'and bolt the door,
- | I'll deal with him.' She went and Jimmy stood.
- | 'Now, pup,' said Ern, 'don't come round here no more.
- | I'm here, not you, let that be understood.
- | I tell you frankly, pup, for your own good.'
- | 'Give me my hat,' said Jim. He passed the gate,
- | And as he tottered off he called, 'You wait.'
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- | 'Thanks, I don't have to,' Shepherd Ern replied;
- | 'You'll do whatever waiting's being done.'
- | The door closed gently as he went inside,
- | The bolts jarred in the channels one by one.
- | 'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son.
- | Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.'
- | The light went out, the windows stared out blind.
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- | Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark.
- | And in the dim the lovers went upstairs,
- | Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark,
- | His lips entangled in her straying hairs,
- | Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers,
- | Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim
- | And full of shudders as she yearned to him.
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- | Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears,
- | 'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now
- | And all her hair pulled down over her ears;
- | Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow,
- | I saw her kiss him from the apple bough.
- | They say a whore is always full of wiles,
- | O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles.
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- | Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet,
- | It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake.
- | If it were all a dream I'd kiss her feet,
- | I wish it were a dream for Jesus' sake.
- | One thing: I bet I made his guzzle ache,
- | I cop it fair before he sent me down,
- | I'll cop him yet some evening on the crown.
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- | O God, O God, what pretty ways she had,
- | He's kissing all her skin, so white and soft.
- | She's kissing back. I think I'm going mad.
- | Like rutting rattens in the apple loft.
- | She held that light she carried high aloft
- | Full in my eyes for him to hit me by,
- | I had the light all dazzling in my eye.
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- | She had her dress all clutched up to her shoulder,
- | And all her naked arm was all one gleam.
- | It's going to freeze to-night, it's turning colder,
- | I wish there was more water in the stream,
- | I'd drownd myself. Perhaps it's all a dream,
- | And bye and bye I'll wake and find it stuff;
- | By crimes, the pain I suffer's real enough.'
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- | About two hundred yards from Gunder Loss
- | He stopped to shudder, leaning on the gate,
- | He bit the touchwood underneath the moss;
- | 'Rotten, like her,' he muttered in his hate;
- | He spat it out again with 'But, you wait,
- | We'll see again, before to-morrow's past,
- | In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.'
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- | All through the night the stream ran to the sea,
- | The different water always saying the same,
- | Cat-like, and then a tinkle, never glee,
- | A lonely little child alone in shame.
- | An otter snapped a thorn twig when he came,
- | It drifted down, it passed the Hazel Mill,
- | It passed the Springs; but Jimmy stayed there still.
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- | Over the pointed hill-top came the light
- | Out of the mists on Ercall came the sun,
- | Red like a huntsman halloing after night,
- | Blowing a horn to rouse up everyone;
- | Through many glittering cities he had run,
- | Splashing the wind vanes on the dewy roofs
- | With golden sparks struck by his horses' hoofs.
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- | The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes,
- | He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate;
- | The fireman watched his head of power rise.
- | 'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.'
- | 'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight
- | The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work!
- | Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.'
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- | Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head,
- | 'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es;
- | I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red,
- | I feel so stiff' I'm very nearly froze.'
- | So over brook and through the fields he goes,
- | And up the line among the navvies' smiles,
- | 'Young Jimmy Gurney's been upon the tiles.'
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- | The second whistle blew and work began,
- | Jimmy worked too, not knowing what he did,
- | He tripped and stumbled like a drunken man;
- | He muddled all, whatever he was bid,
- | The foreman cursed, 'Good God, what ails the kid?
- | Hi! Gurney. You. We'll have you crocking soon,
- | You take a lie down till the afternoon.'
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- | 'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I?
- | I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece,
- | Or would do if a man could, but how could I
- | Then you come nagging round and never cease?
- | Well, take the job and give me my release,
- | I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick;
- | Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick.
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- | Dully he got his time-check from the keeper.
- | 'Curse her,' he said; 'and that's the end of whores'--
- | He stumbled drunkenly across a sleeper--
- | 'Give all you have and get kicked out a-doors.'
- | He cashed his time-check at the station stores.
- | 'Bett'ring yourself, I hope, Jim,' said the master;
- | 'That's it,' said Jim; 'and so I will do, blast her.'
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- | Beyond the bridge, a sharp turn to the right
- | Leads to 'The Bull and Boar,' the carters' rest;
- | An inn so hidden it is out of sight
- | To anyone not coming from the west.
- | The high embankment hides it with its crest.
- | Far up above the Chester trains go by,
- | The drinkers see them sweep against the sky.
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- | Canal men used it when the barges came,
- | The navvies used it when the line was making;
- | The pigeons strut and sidle, ruffling, tame,
- | The chuckling brook in front sets shadows shaking.
- | Cider and beer for thirsty workers' slaking,
- | A quiet house; like all that God controls,
- | It is Fate's instrument on human souls.
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- | Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said.
- | 'I'll drink and drink--I never did before--
- | I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead,
- | For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.'
- | He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar';
- | Moody he drank; the woman asked him why:
- | 'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry.
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- | Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink;
- | That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.'
- | And then he sang, so that he should not think,
- | His Binger-Bopper song, but cut it short.
- | His wits were working like a brewer's wort
- | Until among them came the vision gleaming
- | Of Ern with bloody nose and Anna screaming.
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- | 'That's what I'll do,' he muttered; 'knock him out,
- | And kick his face in with a running jump.
- | I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout,
- | And she can wash the fragments under pump.'
- | It was his ace; but Death had played a trump.
- | Death the blind beggar chuckled, nodding dumb,
- | 'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.'
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- | Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child,
- | Had tottered out a dozen times to search.
- | 'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild;
- | Your father's name's too good a name to smirch,
- | Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch;
- | He was so good, my little Jim, so clever;
- | He never stop a night away, not ever.
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- | He never slept a night away till now,
- | Never, not once, in all the time he's been.
- | It's the Lord's will, they say, and we must bow,
- | But O it's like a knife, it cuts so keen!
- | He'll work in's Sunday clothes, it'll be seen,
- | And then they'll laugh, and say "It isn't strange;
- | He slept with her, and so he couldn't change."
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- | Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'm wrong; perhaps he's dead;
- | Killed himself like; folk do in love, they say.
- | He never tells what passes in his head,
- | And he's been looking late so old and grey.
- | A railway train has cut his head away,
- | Like the poor hare we found at Maylow's shack.
- | O God have pity, bring my darling back!'
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- | All the high stars went sweeping through the sky,
- | The sun made all the orient clean, clear gold,
- | 'O blessed God,' she prayed, 'do let me die,
- | Or bring my wand'ring lamb back into fold.
- | The whistle's gone, and all the bacon's cold;
- | I must know somehow if he's on the line,
- | He could have bacon sandwich when he dine.'
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- | She cut the bread, and started, short of breath,
- | Up the canal now draining for the rail;
- | A poor old woman pitted against death,
- | Bringing her pennyworth of love for bail.
- | Wisdom, beauty, and love may not avail.
- | She was too late. 'Yes, he was here; oh, yes.
- | He chucked his job and went.' 'Where?' 'Home, I guess.'
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- | 'Home, but he hasn't been home.' 'Well, he went.
- | Perhaps you missed him, mother.' 'Or perhaps
- | He took the field path yonder through the bent.
- | He very likely done that, don't he, chaps?'
- | The speaker tested both his trouser straps
- | And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said.
- | 'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.'
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- | She trembled down the high embankment's ridge
- | Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed.
- | For forty yards away, beyond the bridge,
- | Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed.
- | 'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need.
- | I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit,
- | They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.'
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- | Even as two soldiers on a fortress wall
- | See the bright fire streak of a coming shell.
- | Catch breath, and wonder 'Which way will it fall?
- | To you? to me? or will it all be well?'
- | Ev'n so stood life and death, and could not tell
- | Whether she'd go to th'inn and find her son,
- | Or take the field and let the doom be done.
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- | 'No, not the inn,' she thought. 'People would talk.
- | I couldn't in the open daytime; no.
- | I'll just sit here upon the timber balk,
- | I'll rest for just a minute and then go.'
- | Resting, her old tired heart began to glow,
- | Glowed and gave thanks, and thought itself in clover,
- | 'He's lost his job, so now she'll throw him over.'
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- | Sitting, she saw the rustling thistle-kex,
- | The picks flash bright above, the trollies tip.
- | The bridge-stone shining, full of silver specks,
- | And three swift children running down the dip.
- | A Stoke Saint Michael carter cracked his whip,
- | The water in the runway made its din.
- | She half heard singing coming from the inn.
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- | She turned, and left the inn, and took the path
- | And 'Brother Life, you lose,' said Brother Death,
- | 'Even as the Lord of all appointed hath
- | In this great miracle of blood and breath.'
- | He doeth all things well as the book saith,
- | He bids the changing stars fulfil their turn,
- | His hand is on us when we least discern.
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- | Slowly she tottered, stopping with the stitch,
- | Catching her breath, 'O lawks, a dear, a dear.
- | How the poor tubings in my heart do twitch,
- | It hurts like the rheumatics very near.'
- | And every painful footstep drew her clear
- | From that young life she bore with so much pain.
- | She never had him to herself again.
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- | Out of the inn came Jimmy, red with drink,
- | Crying: 'I'll show her. Wait a bit. I'll show her.
- | You wait a bit. I'm not the kid you think.
- | I'm Jimmy Gurney, champion tupper-thrower,
- | When I get done with her you'll never know her,
- | Nor him you won't. Out of my way, you fowls,
- | Or else I'll rip the red things off your jowls.'
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- | He went across the fields to Plaister's End.
- | There was a lot of water in the brook,
- | Sun and white cloud and weather on the mend
- | For any man with any eyes to look.
- | He found old Callow's plough-bat, which he took,
- | 'My innings now, my pretty dear,' said he.
- | 'You wait a bit. I'll show you. Now you'll see.'
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- | Her chimney smoke was blowing blue and faint,
- | The wise duck shook a tail across the pool,
- | The blacksmith's shanty smelt of burning paint,
- | Four newly-tired cartwheels hung to cool.
- | He had loved the place when under Anna's rule.
- | Now he clenched teeth and flung aside the gate,
- | There at the door they stood. He grinned. 'Now wait.'
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- | Ern had just brought her in a wired hare,
- | She stood beside him stroking down the fur.
- | 'Oh, Ern, poor thing, look how its eyes do stare,'
- | 'It isn't it,' he answered. 'It's a her.'
- | She stroked the breast and plucked away a bur,
- | She kissed the pads, and leapt back with a shout,
- | 'My God, he's got the spudder. Ern. Look out.'
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- | Ern clenched his fists. Too late. He felt no pain,
- | Only incredible haste in something swift,
- | A shock that made the sky black on his brain,
- | Then stillness, while a little cloud went drift.
- | The weight upon his thigh bones wouldn't lift;
- | Then poultry in a long procession came,
- | Grey-legged, doing the goose-step, eyes like flame.
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- | Grey-legged old cocks and hens sedate in age,
- | Marching with jerks as though they moved on springs,
- | With sidelong hate in round eyes red with rage,
- | And shouldered muskets clipped by jealous wings,
- | Then an array of horns and stupid things:
- | Sheep on a hill with harebells, hare for dinner.
- | 'Hare.' A slow darkness covered up the sinner.
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- | 'But little time is right hand fain of blow.'
- | Only a second changes life to death;
- | Hate ends before the pulses cease to go,
- | There is great power in the stop of breath.
- | There's too great truth in what the dumb thing saith,
- | Hate never goes so far as that, nor can.
- | 'I am what life becomes. D'you hate me, man?'
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- | Hate with his babbling instant, red and damning,
- | Passed with his instant, having drunken red.
- | 'You've killed him.'
- | 'No, I've not, he's only shamming.
- | Get up.' 'He can't.' 'O God, he isn't dead.'
- | 'O God.' 'Here. Get a basin. Bathe his head.
- | Ernie, for God's sake, what are you playing at?
- | I only give him one like, with the bat.'
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- | Man cannot call the brimming instant back;
- | Time's an affair of instants spun to days;
- | If man must make an instant gold, or black,
- | Let him, he may, but Time must go his ways.
- | Life may be duller for an instant's blaze.
- | Life's an affair of instants spun to years,
- | Instants are only cause of all these tears.
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- | Then Anna screamed aloud. 'Help. Murder. Murder.'
- | 'By God, it is,' he said. 'Through you, you slut.'
- | Backing, she screamed, until the blacksmith heard her.
- | 'Hurry,' they cried, 'the woman's throat's being cut.'
- | Jim had his coat off by the water butt.
- | 'He might come to,' he said, 'with wine or soup.
- | I only hit him once, like, with the scoop.
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- | Splash water on him, chaps. I only meant
- | To hit him just a clip, like, nothing more.
- | There. Look. He isn't dead, his eyelids went.
- | And he went down. O God, his head's all tore.
- | I've washed and washed: it's all one gob of gore.
- | He don't look dead to you? What? Nor to you?
- | Not kill, the clip I give him, couldn't do.'
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- | 'God send; he looks damn bad,' the blacksmith said.
- | 'Py Cot,' his mate said, 'she wass altogether;
- | She hass an illness look of peing ted.'
- | 'Here. Get a glass,' the smith said, 'and a feather.'
- | 'Wass you at fightings or at playings whether?'
- | 'Here, get a glass and feather. Quick's the word.'
- | The glass was clear. The feather never stirred.
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- | 'By God, I'm sorry, Jim. That settles it.'
- | 'By God. I've killed him then.' 'The doctor might.'
- | 'Try, if you like; but that's a nasty hit.'
- | 'Doctor's gone by. He won't be back till night.'
- | 'Py Cot, the feather was not looking right.'
- | 'By Jesus, chaps, I never meant to kill 'un.
- | Only to bat. I'll go to p'leece and tell 'un.
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- | O Ern, for God's sake speak, for God's sake speak.'
- | No answer followed: Ern had done with dust,
- | 'The p'leece is best,' the smith said, 'or a beak.
- | I'll come along; and so the lady must.
- | Evans, you bring the lady, will you just?
- | Tell 'em just how it come, lad. Come your ways;
- | And Joe, you watch the body where it lays.'
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- | They walked to town, Jim on the blacksmith's arm.
- | Jimmy was crying like a child, and saying,
- | 'I never meant to do him any harm.'
- | His teeth went clack, like bones at murmurs playing,
- | And then he trembled hard and broke out praying,
- | 'God help my poor old mother. If he's dead,
- | I've brought her my last wages home,' he said.
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- | He trod his last free journey down the street;
- | Treading the middle road, and seeing both sides,
- | The school, the inns, the butchers selling meat,
- | The busy market where the town divides.
- | Then past the tanpits full of stinking hides,
- | And up the lane to death, as weak as pith.
- | 'By God, I hate this, Jimmy,' said the smith.
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- | Anna in black, the judge in scarlet robes,
- | A fuss of lawyers' people coming, going,
- | The windows shut, the gas alight in globes,
- | Evening outside, and pleasant weather blowing.
- | 'They'll hang him?' 'I suppose so; there's no knowing.'
- | 'A pretty piece, the woman, ain't she, John?
- | He killed the fellow just for carrying on.'
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- | 'She give her piece to counsel pretty clear.'
- | 'Ah, that she did, and when she stop she smiled.'
- | 'She's had a-many men, that pretty dear;
- | She's drove a-many pretty fellows wild.'
- | 'More silly idiots they to be beguiled.'
- | 'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, I do. See her eyes?
- | Mystery, eh? A woman's mystery's lies.'
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- | 'Perhaps.' 'No p'raps about it, that's the truth.
- | I know these women; they're a rotten lot.'
- | 'You didn't use to think so in your youth.'
- | 'No; but I'm wiser now, and not so hot.
- | Married or buried, *I* say, wives or shot,
- | These unmanned, unattached Maries and Susans
- | Make life no better than a proper nuisance.'
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- | 'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.'
- | 'I look on women as as good as men.'
- | 'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill.
- | When have they been as good? I ask you when?'
- | 'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then
- | P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.'
- | 'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.'
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- | Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence;
- | 'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life,
- | A fitting time afforded for repentance,
- | Then certain justice with a pitiless knife.
- | For her his wretched victim's widowed wife,
- | Pity. For her who bore him, pity. (Cheers.)
- | The jury were exempt for seven years.'
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- | All bowed; the Judge passed to the robing-room,
- | Dismissed his clerks, disrobed, and knelt and prayed
- | As was his custom after passing doom,
- | Doom upon life, upon the thing not made.
- | 'O God, who made us out of dust, and laid
- | Thee in us bright, to lead us to the truth,
- | O God, have pity upon this poor youth.
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- | Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die;
- | Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me,
- | Who deal the laws men make to travel by
- | Under the sun upon the path to Thee;
- | O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he,
- | As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse,
- | Only Thy pity spared me from the curse.
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- | Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save,
- | Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine,
- | From all the pitfalls leading to the grave,
- | From all the death-feasts with the husks and swine.
- | God, who hast given me all things, now make shine
- | Bright in this sinner's heart that he may see.
- | God, take this poor boy's spirit back to Thee.'
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- | Then trembling with his hands, for he was old,
- | He went to meet his college friend, the Dean,
- | The loiterers watched him as his carriage rolled.
- | 'There goes the Judge,' said one, and one was keen:
- | 'Hanging that wretched boy, that's where he's been.'
- | A policeman spat, two lawyers talked statistics,
- | '"Crime passionel" in Agricultural Districts.'
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- | 'They'd oughtn't hang a boy': but one said 'Stuff.
- | This sentimental talk is rotten, rotten.
- | The law's the law and not half strict enough,
- | Forgers and murderers are misbegotten,
- | Let them be hanged and let them be forgotten.
- | A rotten fool should have a rotten end;
- | Mend them, you say? The rotten never mend.'
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- | And one 'Not mend? The rotten not, perhaps.
- | The rotting would; so would the just infected.
- | A week in quod has ruined lots of chaps
- | Who'd all got good in them till prison wrecked it.'
- | And one, 'Society must be protected.'
- | 'He's just a kid. She trapped him.' 'No, she didden.'
- | 'He'll be reprieved.' 'He mid be and he midden.'
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- | So the talk went; and Anna took the train,
- | Too sad for tears, and pale; a lady spoke
- | Asking if she were ill or suffering pain?
- | 'Neither,' she said; but sorrow made her choke,
- | 'I'm only sick because my heart is broke.
- | My friend, a man, my oldest friend here, died.
- | I had to see the man who killed him, tried.
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- | He's to be hanged. Only a boy. My friend.
- | I thought him just a boy; I didn't know.
- | And Ern was killed, and now the boy's to end,
- | And all because he thought he loved me so.'
- | 'My dear,' the lady said; and Anna, 'Oh.
- | It's very hard to bear the ills men make,
- | He thought he loved, and it was all mistake.'
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- | 'My dear,' the lady said; 'you poor, poor woman,
- | Have you no friends to go to?' 'I'm alone.
- | I've parents living, but they're both inhuman,
- | And none can cure what pierces to the bone.
- | I'll have to leave and go where I'm not known.
- | Begin my life again.' Her friend said 'Yes.
- | Certainly that. But leave me your address:
- | For I might hear of something; I'll enquire,
- | Perhaps the boy might be reprieved or pardoned.
- | Couldn't we ask the rector or the squire
- | To write and ask the Judge? He can't be hardened.
- | What do you do? Is it housework? Have you gardened?
- | Your hands are very white and soft to touch.'
- | 'Lately I've not had heart for doing much.'
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- | So the talk passes as the train descends
- | Into the vale and halts and starts to climb
- | To where the apple-bearing country ends
- | And pleasant-pastured hills rise sweet with thyme,
- | Where clinking sheepbells make a broken chime
- | And sunwarm gorses rich the air with scent
- | And kestrels poise for mice, there Anna went.
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- | There, in the April, in the garden-close,
- | One heard her in the morning singing sweet,
- | Calling the birds from the unbudded rose,
- | Offering her lips with grains for them to eat.
- | The redbreasts come with little wiry feet,
- | Sparrows and tits and all wild feathery things,
- | Brushing her lifted face with quivering wings.
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- | Jimmy was taken down into a cell,
- | He did not need a hand, he made no fuss.
- | The men were kind 'for what the kid done ... well
- | The same might come to any one of us.'
- | They brought him bits of cake at tea time: thus
- | The love that fashioned all in human ken,
- | Works in the marvellous hearts of simple men.
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- | And in the nights (they watched him night and day)
- | They told him bits of stories through the grating,
- | Of how the game went at the football play,
- | And how the rooks outside had started mating.
- | And all the time they knew the rope was waiting,
- | And every evening friend would say to friend,
- | 'I hope we've not to drag him at the end.'
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- | And poor old mother came to see her son,
- | 'The Lord has gave,' she said, 'The Lord has took;
- | I loved you very dear, my darling one,
- | And now there's none but God where we can look.
- | We've got God's promise written in His Book,
- | He will not fail; but oh, it do seem hard.'
- | She hired a room outside the prison yard.
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- | 'Where did you get the money for the room?
- | And how are you living, mother; how'll you live?'
- | 'It's what I'd saved to put me in the tomb,
- | I'll want no tomb but what the parish give.'
- | 'Mother, I lied to you that time, O forgive,
- | I brought home half my wages, half I spent,
- | And you went short that week to pay the rent.
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- | I went to see'r, I spent my money on her,
- | And you who bore me paid the cost in pain.
- | You went without to buy the clothes upon her:
- | A hat, a locket, and a silver chain.
- | O mother dear, if all might be again,
- | Only from last October, you and me;
- | O mother dear, how different it would be.
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- | We were so happy in the room together,
- | Singing at "Binger-Bopper," weren't us, just?
- | And going a-hopping in the summer weather,
- | And all the hedges covered white with dust,
- | And blackberries, and that, and traveller's trust.
- | I thought her wronged, and true, and sweet, and wise,
- | The devil takes sweet shapes when he tells lies.
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- | Mother, my dear, will you forgive your son?'
- | 'God knows I do, Jim, I forgive you, dear;
- | You didn't know, and couldn't, what you done.
- | God pity all poor people suffering here,
- | And may His mercy shine upon us clear,
- | And may we have His Holy Word for mark,
- | To lead us to His Kingdom through the dark.'
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- | 'Amen.' 'Amen,' said Jimmy; then they kissed.
- | The warders watched, the little larks were singing,
- | A plough team jangled, turning at the rist;
- | Beyond, the mild cathedral bells were ringing,
- | The elm-tree rooks were cawing at the springing:
- | O beauty of the time when winter's done,
- | And all the fields are laughing at the sun!
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- | 'I s'pose they've brought the line beyond the Knapp?'
- | 'Ah, and beyond the Barcle, so they say.'
- | 'Hearing the rooks begin reminds a chap.
- | Look queer, the street will, with the lock away;
- | O God, I'll never see it.' 'Let us pray.
- | Don't think of that, but think,' the mother said,
- | 'Of men going on long after we are dead.
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- | Red helpless little things will come to birth,
- | And hear the whistles going down the line,
- | And grow up strong and go about the earth,
- | And have much happier times than yours and mine;
- | And some day one of them will get a sign,
- | And talk to folk, and put an end to sin,
- | And then God's blessed kingdom will begin.
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- | God dropped a spark down into everyone,
- | And if we find and fan it to a blaze
- | It'll spring up and glow like--like the sun,
- | And light the wandering out of stony ways.
- | God warms His hands at man's heart when he prays,
- | And light of prayer is spreading heart to heart;
- | It'll light all where now it lights a part.
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- | And God who gave His mercies takes His mercies,
- | And God who gives beginning gives the end.
- | I dread my death; but it's the end of curses,
- | A rest for broken things too broke to mend.
- | O Captain Christ, our blessed Lord and Friend,
- | We are two wandered sinners in the mire,
- | Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire.
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- | And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it
- | As of Thy will, however hard to go;
- | Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it,
- | Thy help is infinite for us to know.
- | And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow
- | May our poor souls be glad and meet agen,
- | And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.'
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- | There was a group outside the prison gate,
- | Waiting to hear them ring the passing bell,
- | Waiting as empty people always wait
- | For the strong toxic of another's hell.
- | And mother stood there, too, not seeing well,
- | Praying through tears to let His will be done,
- | And not to hide His mercy from her son.
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- | Talk in the little group was passing quick.
- | 'It's nothing now to what it was, to watch.'
- | 'Poor wretched kid, I bet he's feeling sick.'
- | 'Eh? What d'you say, chaps? Someone got a match?'
- | 'They draw a bolt and drop you down a hatch
- | And break your neck, whereas they used to strangle
- | In olden times, when you could see them dangle.'
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- | Some one said, 'Off hats' when the bell began.
- | Mother was whimpering now upon her knees.
- | A broken ringing like a beaten pan
- | It sent the sparrows wavering to the trees.
- | The wall-top grasses whickered in the breeze,
- | The broken ringing clanged, clattered and clanged
- | As though men's bees were swarming, not men hanged.
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- | Now certain Justice with the pitiless knife.
- | The white sick chaplain snuffling at the nose.
- | 'I am the resurrection and the life.'
- | The bell still clangs, the small procession goes,
- | The prison warders ready ranged in rows.
- | 'Now, Gurney, come, my dear; it's time,' they said.
- | And ninety seconds later he was dead.
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- | Some of life's sad ones are too strong to die,
- | Grief doesn't kill them as it kills the weak,
- | Sorrow is not for those who sit and cry
- | Lapped in the love of turning t'other cheek,
- | But for the noble souls austere and bleak
- | Who have had the bitter dose and drained the cup
- | And wait for Death face fronted, standing up.
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- | As the last man upon the sinking ship,
- | Seeing the brine creep brightly on the deck,
- | Hearing aloft the slatting topsails rip,
- | Ripping to rags among the topmast's wreck,
- | Yet hoists the new red ensign without speck,
- | That she, so fair, may sink with colours flying,
- | So the old widowed mother kept from dying.
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- | She tottered home, back to the little room,
- | It was all over for her, but for life;
- | She drew the blinds, and trembled in the gloom;
- | 'I sat here thus when I was wedded wife;
- | Sorrow sometimes, and joy; but always strife.
- | Struggle to live except just at the last,
- | O God, I thank Thee for the mercies past.
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- | Harry, my man, when we were courting; eh...
- | The April morning up the Cony-gree.
- | How grand he looked upon our wedding day.
- | "I wish we'd had the bells," he said to me;
- | And we'd the moon that evening, I and he,
- | And dew come wet, oh, I remember how,
- | And we come home to where I'm sitting now.
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- | And he lay dead here, and his son was born here;
- | He never saw his son, his little Jim.
- | And now I'm all alone here, left to mourn here,
- | And there are all his clothes, but never him.
- | He's down under the prison in the dim,
- | With quicklime working on him to the bone,
- | The flesh I made with many and many a groan.
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- | Oh, how his little face come, with bright hair,
- | Dear little face. We made this room so snug;
- | He sit beside me in his little chair,
- | I give him real tea sometimes in his mug.
- | He liked the velvet in the patchwork rug.
- | He used to stroke it, did my pretty son,
- | He called it Bunny, little Jimmie done.
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- | And then he ran so, he was strong at running,
- | Always a strong one, like his dad at that.
- | In summertimes I done my sewing sunning,
- | And he'd be sprawling, playing with the cat.
- | And neighbours brought their knitting out to chat
- | Till five o'clock; he had his tea at five;
- | How sweet life was when Jimmy was alive.'
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- | Darkness and midnight, and the midnight chimes.
- | Another four-and-twenty hours begin,
- | Darkness again, and many, many times,
- | The alternating light and darkness spin
- | Until the face so thin is still more thin,
- | Gazing each earthly evening wet or fine
- | For Jimmy coming from work along the line.
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- | Over her head the Chester wires hum,
- | Under the bridge the rocking engines flash.
- | 'He's very late this evening, but he'll come
- | And bring his little packet full of cash
- | (Always he does) and supper's cracker hash,
- | That is his favourite food excepting bacon.
- | They say my boy was hanged; but they're mistaken.
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- | And sometimes she will walk the cindery mile,
- | Singing, as she and Jimmy used to do,
- | Singing 'The parson's dog lep over a stile,'
- | Along the path where water lilies grow.
- | The stars are placid on the evening's blue,
- | Burning like eyes so calm, so unafraid,
- | On all that God has given and man has made.
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- | Burning they watch, and mothlike owls come out,
- | The redbreast warbles shrilly once and stops;
- | The homing cowman gives his dog a shout,
- | The lamps are lighted in the village shops.
- | Silence; the last bird passes; in the copse
- | The hazels cross the moon, a nightjar spins,
- | Dew wets the grass, the nightingale begins.
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- | Singing her crazy song the mother goes,
- | Singing as though her heart were full of peace,
- | Moths knock the petals from the dropping rose,
- | Stars make the glimmering pool a golden fleece,
- | The moon droops west, but still she does not cease,
- | The little mice peep out to hear her sing,
- | Until the inn-man's cockerel shakes his wing.
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- | And in the sunny dawns of hot Julys,
- | The labourers going to meadow see her there.
- | Rubbing the sleep out of their heavy eyes,
- | They lean upon the parapet to stare;
- | They see her plaiting basil in her hair,
- | Basil, the dark red wound-wort, cops of clover,
- | The blue self-heal and golden Jacks of Dover.
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- | Dully they watch her, then they turn to go
- | To that high Shropshire upland of late hay;
- | Her singing lingers with them as they mow,
- | And many times they try it, now grave, now gay,
- | Till, with full throat, over the hills away,
- | They lift it clear; oh, very clear it towers
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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it -under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this -eBook or online at http://www.gutenberg.org/license. - - - -Title: The Widow in the Bye Street -Author: John Masefield -Release Date: November 23, 2012 [EBook #41468] -Language: English -Character set encoding: US-ASCII - - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WIDOW IN THE BYE STREET -*** - - - - -Produced by Al Haines. - - - - -[Illustration: Cover] - - - - - THE WIDOW IN THE - BYE STREET - - - BY - JOHN MASEFIELD - - - - LONDON - SIDGWICK & JACKSON LTD. - 3 ADAM STREET, ADELPHI - MCMXII - - - - - _Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A._ - _All rights reserved_ - - - - _Second Thousand_ - - - - - TO - MY WIFE - - - - - I - - -Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town, -There lived a widow with her only son: -She had no wealth nor title to renown, -Nor any joyous hours, never one. -She rose from ragged mattress before sun -And stitched all day until her eyes were red, -And had to stitch, because her man was dead. - -Sometimes she fell asleep, she stitched so hard, -Letting the linen fall upon the floor; -And hungry cats would steal in from the yard, -And mangy chickens pecked about the door -Craning their necks so ragged and so sore -To search the room for bread-crumbs, or for mouse, -But they got nothing in the widow's house. - -Mostly she made her bread by hemming shrouds -For one rich undertaker in the High Street, -Who used to pray that folks might die in crowds -And that their friends might pay to let them lie sweet; -And when one died the widow in the Bye Street -Stitched night and day to give the worm his dole. -The dead were better dressed than that poor soul. - -Her little son was all her life's delight, -For in his little features she could find -A glimpse of that dead husband out of sight, -Where out of sight is never out of mind. -And so she stitched till she was nearly blind, -Or till the tallow candle end was done, -To get a living for her little son. - -Her love for him being such she would not rest, -It was a want which ate her out and in, -Another hunger in her withered breast -Pressing her woman's bones against the skin. -To make him plump she starved her body thin. -And he, he ate the food, and never knew, -He laughed and played as little children do. - -When there was little sickness in the place -She took what God would send, and what God sent -Never brought any colour to her face -Nor life into her footsteps when she went -Going, she trembled always withered and bent -For all went to her son, always the same, -He was first served whatever blessing came. - -Sometimes she wandered out to gather sticks, -For it was bitter cold there when it snowed. -And she stole hay out of the farmer's ricks -For bands to wrap her feet in while she sewed, -And when her feet were warm and the grate glowed -She hugged her little son, her heart's desire, -With 'Jimmy, ain't it snug beside the fire?' - -So years went on till Jimmy was a lad -And went to work as poor lads have to do, -And then the widow's loving heart was glad -To know that all the pains she had gone through -And all the years of putting on the screw, -Down to the sharpest turn a mortal can, -Had borne their fruit, and made her child a man. - -He got a job at working on the line -Tipping the earth down, trolly after truck, -From daylight till the evening, wet or fine, -With arms all red from wallowing in the muck, -And spitting, as the trolly tipped, for luck, -And singing 'Binger' as he swung the pick -Because the red blood ran in him so quick. - -So there was bacon then, at night, for supper -In Bye Street there, where he and mother stay; -And boots they had, not leaky in the upper, -And room rent ready on the settling day; -And beer for poor old mother, worn and grey, -And fire in frost; and in the widow's eyes -It seemed the Lord had made earth paradise. - -And there they sat of evenings after dark -Singing their song of 'Binger,' he and she, -Her poor old cackle made the mongrels bark -And 'You sing Binger, mother,' carols he; -'By crimes, but that's a good song, that her be': -And then they slept there in the room they shared, -And all the time fate had his end prepared. - -One thing alone made life not perfect sweet: -The mother's daily fear of what would come -When woman and her lovely boy should meet, -When the new wife would break up the old home. -Fear of that unborn evil struck her dumb, -And when her darling and a woman met, -She shook and prayed, 'Not her, O God; not yet.' - -'Not yet, dear God, my Jimmy go from me.' -Then she would subtly question with her son. -'Not very handsome, I don't think her be?' -'God help the man who marries such an one.' -Her red eyes peered to spy the mischief done. -She took great care to keep the girls away, -And all her trouble made him easier prey. - -There was a woman out at Plaister's End, -Light of her body, fifty to the pound, -A copper coin for any man to spend, -Lovely to look on when the wits were drowned. -Her husband's skeleton was never found, -It lay among the rocks at Glydyr Mor -Where he drank poison finding her a whore. - -She was not native there, for she belonged -Out Milford way, or Swansea; no one knew. -She had the piteous look of someone wronged, -'Anna,' her name, a widow, last of Triw. -She had lived at Plaister's End a year or two; -At Callow's cottage, renting half an acre; -She was a hen-wife and a perfume-maker. - -Secret she was; she lived in reputation; -But secret unseen threads went floating out: -Her smile, her voice, her face, were all temptation, -All subtle flies to trouble man the trout; -Man to entice, entrap, entangle, flout... -To take and spoil, and then to cast aside: -Gain without giving was the craft she plied. - -And she complained, poor lonely widowed soul, -How no one cared, and men were rutters all; -While true love is an ever-burning goal -Burning the brighter as the shadows fall. -And all love's dogs went hunting at the call, -Married or not she took them by the brain, -Sucked at their hearts and tossed them back again. - -Like the straw fires lit on Saint John's Eve, -She burned and dwindled in her fickle heart; -For if she wept when Harry took his leave, -Her tears were lures to beckon Bob to start. -And if, while loving Bob, a tinker's cart -Came by, she opened window with a smile -And gave the tinker hints to wait a while. - -She passed for pure; but, years before, in Wales, -Living at Mountain Ash with different men, -Her less discretion had inspired tales -Of certain things she did, and how, and when. -Those seven years of youth; we are frantic then. -She had been frantic in her years of youth, -The tales were not more evil than the truth. - -She had two children as the fruits of trade -Though she drank bitter herbs to kill the curse, -Both of them sons, and one she overlaid, -The other one the parish had to nurse. -Now she grew plump with money in her purse, -Passing for pure a hundred miles, I guess, -From where her little son wore workhouse dress. - -There with the Union boys he came and went, -A parish bastard fed on bread and tea, -Wearing a bright tin badge in furthest Gwent, -And no one knowing who his folk could be. -His mother never knew his new name: she,-- -She touched the lust of those who served her turn, -And chief among her men was Shepherd Ern. - -A moody, treacherous man of bawdy mind, -Married to that mild girl from Ercall Hill, -Whose gentle goodness made him more inclined -To hotter sauces sharper on the bill. -The new lust gives the lecher the new thrill, -The new wine scratches as it slips the throat, -The new flag is so bright by the old boat. - -Ern was her man to buy her bread and meat, -Half of his weekly wage was hers to spend, -She used to mock 'How is your wife, my sweet?' -Or wail, 'O, Ernie, how is this to end?' -Or coo, 'My Ernie is without a friend, -She cannot understand my precious life,' -And Ernie would go home and beat his wife. - -So the four souls are ranged, the chess-board set, -The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate -Brought it to come to being that they met -After so many years of lying in wait. -While we least think it he prepares his Mate. -Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases -Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces. - - - - - II - - -October Fair-time is the time for fun, -For all the street is hurdled into rows -Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun, -And Lemster sheep which pant and seem to doze, -And stalls of hardbake and galanty shows, -And cheapjacks smashing crocks, and trumpets blowing, -And the loud organ of the horses going. - -There you can buy blue ribbons for your girl -Or take her in a swing-boat tossing high, -Or hold her fast when all the horses whirl -Round to the steam pipe whanging at the sky, -Or stand her cockshies at the cocoa-shy, -Or buy her brooches with her name in red, -Or Queen Victoria done in gingerbread. - -Then there are rifle shots at tossing balls, -'And if you hit you get a good cigar.' -And strength-whackers for lads to lamm with mauls, -And Cheshire cheeses on a greasy spar. -The country folk flock in from near and far, -Women and men, like blow-flies to the roast, -All love the fair; but Anna loved it most. - -Anna was all agog to see the fair; -She made Ern promise to be there to meet her, -To arm her round to all the pleasures there, -And buy her ribbons for her neck, and treat her, -So that no woman at the fair should beat her -In having pleasure at a man's expense. -She planned to meet him at the chapel fence. - -So Ernie went; and Jimmy took his mother, -Dressed in her finest with a Monmouth shawl, -And there was such a crowd she thought she'd smother, -And O, she loved a pep'mint above all. -Clash go the crockeries where the cheapjacks bawl, -Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum, -And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come. - -He hunted for her up and down the place, -Raging and snapping like a working brew. -'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face, -And when I've done for him I'll go for you.' -He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do -For his poor little children back at home -Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.' - -Not finding her, he went into an inn, -Busy with ringing till and scratching matches. -Where thirsty drovers mingled stout with gin -And three or four Welsh herds were singing catches. -The swing-doors clattered, letting in in snatches -The noises of the fair, now low, now loud. -Ern called for beer and glowered at the crowd. - -While he was glowering at his drinking there -In came the gipsy Bessie, hawking toys; -A bold-eyed strapping harlot with black hair, -One of the tribe which camped at Shepherd's Bois. -She lured him out of inn into the noise -Of the steam-organ where the horses spun, -And so the end of all things was begun. - -Newness in lust, always the old in love. -'Put up your toys,' he said, 'and come along, -We'll have a turn of swing-boats up above, -And see the murder when they strike the gong.' -'Don't 'ee,' she giggled. 'My, but ain't you strong. -And where's your proper girl? You don't know me.' -'I do.' 'You don't.' 'Why, then, I will,' said he. - -Anna was late because the cart which drove her -Called for her late (the horse had broke a trace), -She was all dressed and scented for her lover, -Her bright blue blouse had imitation lace, -The paint was red as roses on her face, -She hummed a song, because she thought to see -How envious all the other girls would be. - -When she arrived and found her Ernie gone, -Her bitter heart thought, 'This is how it is. -Keeping me waiting while the sports are on: -Promising faithful, too, and then to miss. -O, Ernie, won't I give it you for this.' -And looking up she saw a couple cling, -Ern with his arm round Bessie in the swing. - -Ern caught her eye and spat, and cut her dead, -Bessie laughed hardly, in the gipsy way. -Anna, though blind with fury, tossed her head, -Biting her lips until the red was grey, -For bitter moments given, bitter pay, -The time for payment comes, early or late, -No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate. - -She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths -What Ern should suffer if he turned agen, -And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes -Within a little ring of farming men. -'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.' -His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle, -To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle. - -Then the ram butted and the game began, -Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted. -The good old wrestling game of Ram and Man, -At which none knows the hunter from the hunted. -'Come and see Jimmy have his belly bunted.' -'Good tup. Good Jim. Good Jimmy. Sick him, Rover, -By dang, but Jimmy's got him fairly over.' - -Then there was clap of hands and Jimmy grinned -And took five silver shillings from his backers, -And said th'old tup had put him out of wind -Or else he'd take all comers at the Whackers. -And some made rude remarks of rams and knackers, -And mother shook to get her son alone, -So's to be sure he hadn't broke a bone. - -None but the lucky man deserves the fair, -For lucky men have money and success, -Things that a whore is very glad to share, -Or dip, at least, a finger in the mess. -Anne, with her raddled cheeks and Sunday dress, -Smiled upon Jimmy, seeing him succeed, -As though to say, 'You are a man, indeed.' - -All the great things of life are swiftly done, -Creation, death, and love the double gate. -However much we dawdle in the sun -We have to hurry at the touch of Fate; -When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, -When Death makes his arrest we have to go. -And so with love, and Jimmy found it so. - -Love, the sharp spear, went pricking to the bone, -In that one look, desire and bitter aching, -Longing to have that woman all alone -For her dear beauty's sake all else forsaking; -And sudden agony that set him shaking -Lest she, whose beauty made his heart's blood cruddle, -Should be another man's to kiss and cuddle. - -She was beside him when he left the ring, -Her soft dress brushed against him as he passed her; -He thought her penny scent a sweeter thing -Than precious ointment out of alabaster; -Love, the mild servant, makes a drunken master. -She smiled, half sadly, out of thoughtful eyes, -And all the strong young man was easy prize. - -She spoke, to take him, seeing him a sheep, -'How beautiful you wrastled with the ram, -It made me all go tremble just to peep, -I am that fond of wrastling, that I am. -Why, here's your mother, too. Good-evening, ma'am. -I was just telling Jim how well he done, -How proud you must be of so fine a son.' - -Old mother blinked, while Jimmy hardly knew -Whether he knew the woman there or not; -But well he knew, if not, he wanted to, -Joy of her beauty ran in him so hot, -Old trembling mother by him was forgot, -While Anna searched the mother's face, to know -Whether she took her for a whore or no. - -The woman's maxim, 'Win the woman first,' -Made her be gracious to the withered thing. -'This being in crowds do give one such a thirst, -I wonder if they've tea going at "The King"? -My throat's that dry my very tongue do cling, -Perhaps you'd take my arm, we'd wander up -(If you'd agree) and try and get a cup. - -Come, ma'am, a cup of tea would do you good; -There's nothing like a nice hot cup of tea -After the crowd and all the time you've stood; -And "The King's" strict, it isn't like "The Key," -Now, take my arm, my dear, and lean on me.' -And Jimmy's mother, being nearly blind, -Took Anna's arm, and only thought her kind. - -So off they set, with Anna talking to her, -How nice the tea would be after the crowd, -And mother thinking half the time she knew her, -And Jimmy's heart's blood ticking quick and loud, -And Death beside him knitting at his shroud, -And all the High Street babbling with the fair, -And white October clouds in the blue air. - -So tea was made, and down they sat to drink; -O the pale beauty sitting at the board! -There is more death in women than we think, -There is much danger in the soul adored, -The white hands bring the poison and the cord; -Death has a lodge in lips as red as cherries, -Death has a mansion in the yew-tree berries. - -They sat there talking after tea was done, -And Jimmy blushed at Anna's sparkling looks, -And Anna flattered mother on her son, -Catching both fishes on her subtle hooks. -With twilight, tea and talk in ingle-nooks, -And music coming up from the dim street, -Mother had never known a fair so sweet. - -Now cow-bells clink, for milking-time is come, -The drovers stack the hurdles into carts, -New masters drive the straying cattle home, -Many a young calf from his mother parts, -Hogs straggle back to sty by fits and starts; -The farmers take a last glass at the inns, -And now the frolic of the fair begins. - -All of the side shows of the fair are lighted, -Flares and bright lights, and brassy cymbals clanging, -'Beginning now' and 'Everyone's invited,' -Shatter the pauses of the organ's whanging, -The Oldest Show on Earth and the Last Hanging, -'The Murder in the Red Barn,' with real blood, -The rifles crack, the Sally shy-sticks thud. - -Anna walked slowly homewards with her prey, -Holding old tottering mother's weight upon her, -And pouring in sweet poison on the way -Of 'Such a pleasure, ma'am, and such an honour,' -And 'One's so safe with such a son to con her -Through all the noises and through all the press, -Boys daredn't squirt tormenters on her dress.' - -At mother's door they stop to say 'Good-night.' -And mother must go in to set the table. -Anna pretended that she felt a fright -To go alone through all the merry babel: -'My friends are waiting at "The Cain and Abel," -Just down the other side of Market Square, -It'd be a mercy if you'd set me there.' - -So Jimmy came, while mother went inside; -Anna has got her victim in her clutch. -Jimmy, all blushing, glad to be her guide, -Thrilled by her scent, and trembling at her touch. -She was all white and dark, and said not much; -She sighed, to hint that pleasure's grave was dug, -And smiled within to see him such a mug. - -They passed the doctor's house among the trees, -She sighed so deep that Jimmy asked her why. -'I'm too unhappy upon nights like these, -When everyone has happiness but I!' -'Then, aren't you happy?' She appeared to cry, -Blinked with her eyes, and turned away her head: -'Not much; but some men understand,' she said. - -Her voice caught lightly on a broken note, -Jimmy half-dared but dared not touch her hand, -Yet all his blood went pumping in his throat -Beside the beauty he could understand, -And Death stopped knitting at the muffling band. -'The shroud is done,' he muttered, 'toe to chin.' -He snapped the ends, and tucked his needles in. - -Jimmy, half stammering, choked, 'Has any man----' -He stopped, she shook her head to answer 'No.' -'Then tell me.' 'No. P'raps some day, if I can. -It hurts to talk of some things ever so. -But you're so different. There, come, we must go -None but unhappy women know how good -It is to meet a soul who's understood.' - -'No. Wait a moment. May I call you Anna?' -'Perhaps. There must be nearness 'twixt us two.' -Love in her face hung out his bloody banner, -And all love's clanging trumpets shocked and blew. -'When we got up to-day we never knew.' -'I'm sure I didn't think, nor you did.' 'Never.' -'And now this friendship's come to us for ever.' - -'Now, Anna, take my arm, dear.' 'Not to-night, -That must come later when we know our minds, -We must agree to keep this evening white, -We'll eat the fruit to-night and save the rinds.' -And all the folk whose shadows darked the blinds, -And all the dancers whirling in the fair, -Were wretched worms to Jim and Anna there. - -'How wonderful life is,' said Anna, lowly. -'But it begins again with you for friend.' -In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy, -A lovely fragile thing for him to tend, -Grace beyond measure, beauty without end. -'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door. -I never knew what people meant before.' - -'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet, -The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye, -Come just another short turn down the street, -The whole life's bubbling up for you and I. -Somehow I feel to-morrow we may die. -Come just as far as to the blacksmith's light.' -But 'No' said Anna; 'Not to-night. Good-night.' - -All the tides triumph when the white moon fills. -Down in the race the toppling waters shout, -The breakers shake the bases of the hills, -There is a thundering where the streams go out, -And the wise shipman puts his ship about -Seeing the gathering of those waters wan, -But what when love makes high tide in a man? - -Jimmy walked home with all his mind on fire, -One lovely face for ever set in flame. -He shivered as he went, like tautened wire, -Surge after surge of shuddering in him came -And then swept out repeating one sweet name, -'Anna, O Anna,' to the evening star. -Anna was sipping whiskey in the bar. - -So back to home and mother Jimmy wandered, -Thinking of Plaister's End and Anna's lips. -He ate no supper worth the name, but pondered -On Plaister's End hedge, scarlet with ripe hips, -And of the lovely moon there in eclipse, -And how she must be shining in the house -Behind the hedge of those old dog-rose boughs. - -Old mother cleared away. The clock struck eight. -'Why, boy, you've left your bacon, lawks a me, -So that's what comes of having tea so late, -Another time you'll go without your tea. -Your father liked his cup, too, didn't he, -Always "another cup" he used to say, -He never went without on any day. - -How nice the lady was and how she talked, -I've never had a nicer fair, not ever.' -'She said she'd like to see us if we walked -To Plaister's End, beyond by Watersever. -Nice-looking woman, too, and that, and clever; -We might go round one evening, p'raps, we two; -Or I might go, if it's too far for you.' - -'No,' said the mother, 'we're not folk for that; -Meet at the fair and that, and there an end. -Rake out the fire and put out the cat, -These fairs are sinful, tempting folk to spend. -Of course she spoke polite and like a friend; -Of course she had to do, and so I let her, -But now it's done and past, so I forget her.' - -'I don't see why forget her. Why forget her? -She treat us kind. She weren't like everyone. -I never saw a woman I liked better, -And he's not easy pleased, my father's son. -So I'll go round some night when work is done.' -'Now, Jim, my dear, trust mother, there's a dear.' -'Well, so I do, but sometimes you're so queer.' - -She blinked at him out of her withered eyes -Below her lashless eyelids red and bleared. -Her months of sacrifice had won the prize, -Her Jim had come to what she always feared. -And yet she doubted, so she shook and peered -And begged her God not let a woman take -The lovely son whom she had starved to make. - -Doubting, she stood the dishes in the rack, -'We'll ask her in some evening, then,' she said, -'How nice her hair looked in the bit of black.' -And still she peered from eyes all dim and red -To note at once if Jimmy drooped his head, -Or if his ears blushed when he heard her praised, -And Jimmy blushed and hung his head and gazed. - -'This is the end,' she thought. 'This is the end. -I'll have to sew again for Mr Jones, -Do hems when I can hardly see to mend, -And have the old ache in my marrow-bones. -And when his wife's in child-bed, when she groans, -She'll send for me until the pains have ceased, -And give me leavings at the christening feast. - -And sit aslant to eye me as I eat, -"You're only wanted here, ma'am, for to-day, -Just for the christ'ning party, for the treat, -Don't ever think I mean to let you stay; -Two's company, three's none, that's what I say." -Life can be bitter to the very bone -When one is poor, and woman, and alone. - -'Jimmy,' she said, still doubting, 'Come, my dear, -Let's have our "Binger," 'fore we go to bed,' -And then 'The parson's dog,' she cackled clear, -'Lep over stile,' she sang, nodding her head. -'His name was little Binger.' 'Jim,' she said, -'Binger, now, chorus' ... Jimmy kicked the hob, -The sacrament of song died in a sob. - -Jimmy went out into the night to think -Under the moon so steady in the blue. -The woman's beauty ran in him like drink, -The fear that men had loved her burnt him through; -The fear that even then another knew -All the deep mystery which women make -To hide the inner nothing made him shake. - -'Anna, I love you, and I always shall.' -He looked towards Plaister's End beyond Cot Hills. -A white star glimmered in the long canal, -A droning from the music came in thrills. -Love is a flame to burn out human wills, -Love is a flame to set the will on fire, -Love is a flame to cheat men into mire. - -One of the three, we make Love what we choose, -But Jimmy did not know, he only thought -That Anna was too beautiful to lose, -That she was all the world and he was naught, -That it was sweet, though bitter, to be caught. -'Anna, I love you.' Underneath the moon, -'I shall go mad unless I see you soon.' - -The fair's lights threw aloft a misty glow. -The organ whangs, the giddy horses reel, -The rifles cease, the folk begin to go, -The hands unclamp the swing-boats from the wheel, -There is a smell of trodden orange peel; -The organ drones and dies, the horses stop, -And then the tent collapses from the top. - -The fair is over, let the people troop, -The drunkards stagger homewards down the gutters, -The showmen heave in an excited group, -The poles tilt slowly down, the canvas flutters, -The mauls knock out the pins, the last flare sputters. -'Lower away.' 'Go easy.' 'Lower, lower.' -'You've dang near knock my skull in. Loose it slower.' - -'Back in the horses.' 'Are the swing-boats loaded?' -'All right to start.' 'Bill, where's the cushion gone? -The red one for the Queen?' 'I think I stowed it.' -'You think, you think. Lord, where's that cushion, John?' -'It's in that bloody box you're sitting on, -What more d'you want?' A concertina plays -Far off as wandering lovers go their ways. - -Up the dim Bye Street to the market-place -The dead bones of the fair are borne in carts, -Horses and swing-boats at a funeral pace -After triumphant hours quickening hearts; -A policeman eyes each waggon as it starts, -The drowsy showmen stumble half asleep, -One of them catcalls, having drunken deep. - -So out, over the pass, into the plain, -And the dawn finds them filling empty cans -In some sweet-smelling dusty country lane, -Where a brook chatters over rusty pans. -The iron chimneys of the caravans -Smoke as they go. And now the fair has gone -To find a new pitch somewhere further on. - -But as the fair moved out two lovers came, -Ernie and Bessie loitering out together; -Bessie with wild eyes, hungry as a flame, -Ern like a stallion tugging at a tether. -It was calm moonlight, and October weather, -So still, so lovely, as they topped the ridge. -They brushed by Jimmy standing on the bridge. - -And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other, -And the blood burned in each heart beating there; -And out into the Bye Street tottered mother, -Without her shawl, in the October air. -'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair -Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face, -And the two lovers clung in an embrace. - -'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed -Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown. -So this was Love, the something he had missed, -Woman and man athirst, aflame, alone. -Envy went knocking at his marrow-bone, -And Anna's face swam up so dim, so fair, -Shining and sweet, with poppies in her hair. - - - - - III - - -After the fair, the gang began again. -Tipping the trollies down the banks of earth. -The truck of stone clanks on the endless chain, -A clever pony guides it to its berth. -'Let go.' It tips, the navvies shout for mirth -To see the pony step aside, so wise, -But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes. - -And when he stopped his shovelling he looked -Over the junipers towards Plaister way, -The beauty of his darling had him hooked, -He had no heart for wrastling with the clay. -'O Lord Almighty, I must get away; -O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower, -Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.' - -The whistle on the pilot engine blew, -The men knocked off, and Jimmy slipped aside -Over the fence, over the bridge, and through, -And then ahead along the water-side, -Under the red-brick rail-bridge, arching wide, -Over the hedge, across the fields, and on; -The foreman asked: 'Where's Jimmy Gurney gone?' - -It is a mile and more to Plaister's End, -But Jimmy ran the short way by the stream, -And there was Anna's cottage at the bend, -With blue smoke on the chimney, faint as steam. -'God, she's at home,' and up his heart a gleam -Leapt like a rocket on November nights, -And shattered slowly in a burst of lights. - -Anna was singing at her kitchen fire, -She was surprised, and not well pleased to see -A sweating navvy, red with heat and mire, -Come to her door, whoever he might be. -But when she saw that it was Jimmy, she -Smiled at his eyes upon her, full of pain, -And thought, 'But, still, he mustn't come again. - -People will talk; boys are such crazy things; -But he's a dear boy though he is so green.' -So, hurriedly, she slipped her apron strings, -And dabbed her hair, and wiped her fingers clean, -And came to greet him languid as a queen, -Looking as sweet, as fair, as pure, as sad, -As when she drove her loving husband mad. - -'Poor boy,' she said, 'Poor boy, how hot you are.' -She laid a cool hand to his sweating face. -'How kind to come. Have you been running far? -I'm just going out; come up the road a pace. -O dear, these hens; they're all about the place.' -So Jimmy shooed the hens at her command, -And got outside the gate as she had planned. - -'Anna, my dear, I love you; love you, true; -I had to come--I don't know--I can't rest-- -I lay awake all night, thinking of you. -Many must love you, but I love you best.' -'Many have loved me, yes, dear,' she confessed, -She smiled upon him with a tender pride, -'But my love ended when my husband died. - -Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends; -Love with its fever's at an end for me. -Be by me gently now the fever ends, -Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see, -I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she, -'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear---- -'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near. - -Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find -One who will understand; but life is life, -And those who do not know are so unkind. -But you'll be by me, Jimmy, in the strife, -I love you though I cannot be your wife; -And now be off, before the whistle goes, -Or else you'll lose your quarter, goodness knows.' - -'When can I see you, Anna? Tell me, dear. -To-night? To-morrow? Shall I come to-night? -'Jimmy, my friend, I cannot have you here; -But when I come to town perhaps we might. -Dear, you must go; no kissing; you can write, -And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn -What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern). - -'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand. -If we were only free, dear, free to meet, -Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand -And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet; -But my dead husband lies under the sheet, -Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one, -So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done. - -But though my heart is buried in his grave -Something might be--friendship and utter trust-- -And you, my dear starved little Jim shall have -Flowers of friendship from my dead heart's dust; -Life would be sweet if men would never lust. -Why do you, Jimmy? Tell me sometime, dear, -Why men are always what we women fear. - -Not now. Good-bye; we understand, we two, -And life, O Jim, how glorious life is; -This sunshine in my heart is due to you; -I was so sad, and life has given this. -I think "I wish I had something of his," -Do give me something, will you be so kind? -Something to keep you always in my mind. - -'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.' -He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt -That as she stood to watch him from the gate -Her heart was half amusement, half contempt, -Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt, -In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern. -She blew him kisses till he passed the turn. - -The whistle blew before he reached the line; -The foreman asked him what the hell he meant, -Whether a duke had asked him out to dine, -Or if he thought the bag would pay his rent? -And Jim was fined before the foreman went. -But still his spirit glowed from Anna's words, -Cooed in the voice so like a singing bird's. - -'O Anna, darling, you shall have a present; -I'd give you golden gems if I were rich, -And everything that's sweet and all that's pleasant.' -He dropped his pick as though he had a stitch, -And stared tow'rds Plaister's End, past Bushe's Pitch. -O beauty, what I have to give I'll give, -All mine is yours, beloved, while I live.' - -All through the afternoon his pick was slacking, -His eyes were always turning west and south, -The foreman was inclined to send him packing, -But put it down to after fair-day drouth; -He looked at Jimmy with an ugly mouth, -And Jimmy slacked, and muttered in a moan, -'My love, my beautiful, my very own.' - -So she had loved. Another man had had her; -She had been his with passion in the night; -An agony of envy made him sadder, -Yet stabbed a pang of bitter-sweet delight-- -O he would keep his image of her white. -The foreman cursed, stepped up, and asked him flat -What kind of gum-tree he was gaping at. - -It was Jim's custom, when the pay day came, -To take his weekly five and twenty shilling -Back in the little packet to his dame; -Not taking out a farthing for a filling, -Nor twopence for a pot, for he was willing -That she should have it all to save or spend. -But love makes many lovely customs end. - -Next pay day came and Jimmy took the money, -But not to mother, for he meant to buy -A thirteen-shilling locket for his honey, -Whatever bellies hungered and went dry, -A silver heart-shape with a ruby eye. -He bought the thing and paid the shopman's price, -And hurried off to make the sacrifice. - -'Is it for me? You dear, dear generous boy. -How sweet of you. I'll wear it in my dress. -When you're beside me life is such a joy, -You bring the sun to solitariness.' -She brushed his jacket with a light caress, -His arms went round her fast, she yielded meek; -He had the happiness to kiss her cheek. - -'My dear, my dear.' 'My very dear, my Jim, -How very kind my Jimmy is to me; -I ache to think that some are harsh to him; -Not like my Jimmy, beautiful and free. -My darling boy, how lovely it would be -If all would trust as we two trust each other.' -And Jimmy's heart grew hard against his mother. - -She, poor old soul, was waiting in the gloom -For Jimmy's pay, that she could do the shopping. -The clock ticked out a solemn tale of doom; -Clogs on the bricks outside went clippa-clopping, -The owls were coming out and dew was dropping. -The bacon burnt, and Jimmy not yet home. -The clock was ticking dooms out like a gnome. - -'What can have kept him that he doesn't come? -O God, they'd tell me if he'd come to hurt.' -The unknown, unseen evil struck her numb, -She saw his body bloody in the dirt, -She saw the life blood pumping through the shirt, -She saw him tipsy in the navvies' booth, -She saw all forms of evil but the truth. - -At last she hurried up the line to ask -If Jim were hurt or why he wasn't back. -She found the watchman wearing through his task; -Over the fire basket in his shack; -Behind, the new embankment rose up black. -'Gurney?' he said. 'He'd got to see a friend.' -'Where?' 'I dunno. I think out Plaister's End. - -Thanking the man, she tottered down the hill, -The long-feared fang had bitten to the bone. -The brook beside her talked as water will -That it was lonely singing all alone, -The night was lonely with the water's tone, -And she was lonely to the very marrow. -Love puts such bitter poison on Fate's arrow. - -She went the long way to them by the mills, -She told herself that she must find her son. -The night was ominous of many ills; -The soughing larch-clump almost made her run, -Her boots hurt (she had got a stone in one) -And bitter beaks were tearing at her liver -That her boy's heart was turned from her forever. - -She kept the lane, past Spindle's, past the Callows', -Her lips still muttering prayers against the worst, -And there were people coming from the sallows, -Along the wild duck patch by Beggar's Hurst. -Being in moonlight mother saw them first, -She saw them moving in the moonlight dim, -A woman with a sweet voice saying 'Jim.' - -Trembling she grovelled down into the ditch, -They wandered past her pressing side to side. -'O Anna, my belov'd, if I were rich.' -It was her son, and Anna's voice replied, -'Dear boy, dear beauty boy, my love and pride.' -And he: 'It's but a silver thing, but I -Will earn you better lockets by and bye.' - -'Dear boy, you mustn't.' 'But I mean to do.' -'What was that funny sort of noise I heard?' -'Where?' 'In the hedge; a sort of sob or coo. -Listen. It's gone.' 'It may have been a bird.' -Jim tossed a stone but mother never stirred. -She hugged the hedgerow, choking down her pain, -While the hot tears were blinding in her brain. - -The two passed on, the withered woman rose, -For many minutes she could only shake, -Staring ahead with trembling little 'Oh's,' -The noise a very frightened child might make. -'O God, dear God, don't let the woman take -My little son, God, not my little Jim. -O God, I'll have to starve if I lose him.' - -So back she trembled, nodding with her head, -Laughing and trembling in the bursts of tears, -Her ditch-filled boots both squelching in the tread, -Her shopping-bonnet sagging to her ears, -Her heart too dumb with brokenness for fears. -The nightmare whickering with the laugh of death -Could not have added terror to her breath. - -She reached the house, and: 'I'm all right,' said she, -'I'll just take off my things; but I'm all right, -'I'd be all right with just a cup of tea, -If I could only get this grate to light, -The paper's damp and Jimmy's late to-night; -"Belov'd, if I was rich," was what he said, -O Jim, I wish that God would kill me dead.' - -While she was blinking at the unlit grate, -Scratching the moistened match-heads off the wood, -She heard Jim coming, so she reached his plate, -And forked the over-frizzled scraps of food. -'You're late,' she said, 'and this yer isn't good, -Whatever makes you come in late like this?' -'I've been to Plaister's End, that's how it is.' - -'You've been to Plaister's End?' - 'Yes.' - 'I've been staying -For money for the shopping ever so. -Down here we can't get victuals without paying, -There's no trust down the Bye Street, as you know, -And now it's dark and it's too late to go. -You've been to Plaister's End. What took you there?' -'The lady who was with us at the fair.' - -'The lady, eh? The lady?' - 'Yes, the lady.' -'You've been to see her?' - 'Yes.' - 'What happened then?' -'I saw her.' - 'Yes. And what filth did she trade ye? -Or d'you expect your locket back agen? -I know the rotten ways of whores with men. -What did it cost ye?' - 'What did what cost?' - 'It. -Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.' - -'I don't know what you mean.' - 'Jimmy, my own. -Don't lie to mother, boy, for mother knows. -I know you and that lady to the bone, -And she's a whore, that thing you call a rose, -A whore who takes whatever male thing goes; -A harlot with the devil's skill to tell -The special key of each man's door to hell.' - -'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.' -'You can't tell women like a woman can; -A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly, -A strumpet tells a lie to win a man, -Women were liars since the world began; -And she's a liar, branded in the eyes, -A rotten liar, who inspires lies.' - -'I say she's not.' - 'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie, -You've seen her often in the last few days, -She's given a love as makes you come in weary -To lie to me before going out to laze. -She's tempted you into the devil's ways, -She's robbing you, full fist, of what you earn, -In God's name, what's she giving in return?' - -'Her faith, my dear, and that's enough for me.' -'Her faith. Her faith. O Jimmy, listen, dear; -Love doesn't ask for faith, my son, not he; -He asks for life throughout the live-long year, -And life's a test for any plough to ere -Life tests a plough in meadows made of stones, -Love takes a toll of spirit, mind and bones. - -I know a woman's portion when she loves, -It's hers to give, my darling, not to take; -It isn't lockets, dear, nor pairs of gloves, -It isn't marriage bells nor wedding cake, -It's up and cook, although the belly ache; -And bear the child, and up and work again, -And count a sick man's grumble worth the pain. - -Will she do this, and fifty times as much?' -'No. I don't ask her.' - 'No. I warrant, no. -She's one to get a young fool in her clutch, -And you're a fool to let her trap you so. -She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go; -I was so happy, dear, before she came, -And now I'm going to the grave in shame. - -I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room. -For fifteen years I got you all you had, -You were my little son, made in my womb, -Left all to me, for God had took your dad, -You were a good son, doing all I bade, -Until this strumpet came from God knows where, -And now you lie, and I am in despair. - -Jimmy, I won't say more. I know you think -That I don't know, being just a withered old, -With chaps all fallen in and eyes that blink, -And hands that tremble so they cannot hold. -A bag of bones to put in churchyard mould, -A red-eyed hag beside your evening star.' -And Jimmy gulped, and thought 'By God, you are.' - -'Well, if I am, my dear, I don't pretend. -I got my eyes red, Jimmy, making you. -My dear, before our love time's at an end -Think just a minute what it is you do. -If this were right, my dear, you'd tell me true; -You don't, and so it's wrong; you lie; and she -Lies too, or else you wouldn't lie to me. - -Women and men have only got one way -And that way's marriage; other ways are lust. -If you must marry this one, then you may, -If not you'll drop her.' - 'No.' 'I say you must. -Or bring my hairs with sorrow to the dust. -Marry your whore, you'll pay, and there an end. -My God, you shall not have a whore for friend. - -By God, you shall not, not while I'm alive. -Never, so help me God, shall that thing be. -If she's a woman fit to touch she'll wive, -If not she's whore, and she shall deal with me. -And may God's blessed mercy help us see -And may He make my Jimmy count the cost, -My little boy who's lost, as I am lost.' - -People in love cannot be won by kindness, -And opposition makes them feel like martyrs. -When folk are crazy with a drunken blindness, -It's best to flog them with each other's garters, -And have the flogging done by Shropshire carters, -Born under Ercall where the while stones lie; -Ercall that smells of honey in July. - -Jimmy said nothing in reply, but thought -That mother was an old, hard jealous thing. -'I'll love my girl through good and ill report, -I shall be true whatever grief it bring.' -And in his heart he heard the death-bell ring -For mother's death, and thought what it would be -To bury her in churchyard and be free. - -He saw the narrow grave under the wall, -Home without mother nagging at his dear, -And Anna there with him at evenfall, -Bidding him dry his eyes and be of cheer. -'The death that took poor mother brings me near, -Nearer than we have ever been before, -Near as the dead one came, but dearer, more.' - -'Good-night, my son,' said mother. 'Night,' he said. -He dabbed her brow wi's lips and blew the light, -She lay quite silent crying on the bed, -Stirring no limb, but crying through the night. -He slept, convinced that he was Anna's knight. -And when he went to work he left behind -Money for mother crying herself blind. - -After that night he came to Anna's call, -He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings, -Mother had no more share in him at all; -All that the mother had was Anna's leavings. -There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings, -Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him, -And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.' - -Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick, -You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer. -You put less mizzle on your bit of Dick, -Or get your time, I'll have no slackers here, -I've had my eye on you too long, my dear.' -And Jimmy pondered while the man attacked, -'I'd see her all day long if I were sacked.' - -And trembling mother thought, 'I'll go to see'r. -She'd give me back my boy if she were told -Just what he is to me, my pretty dear: -She wouldn't leave me starving in the cold, -Like what I am.' But she was weak and old. -She thought, 'But if I ask her, I'm afraid -He'd hate me ever after,' so she stayed. - - - - - IV - - -Bessie, the gipsy, got with child by Ern, -She joined her tribe again at Shepherd's Meen, -In that old quarry overgrown with fern, -Where goats are tethered on the patch of green. -There she reflected on the fool she'd been, -And plaited kipes and waited for the bastard, -And thought that love was glorious while it lasted. - -And Ern the moody man went moody home, -To that most gentle girl from Ercall Hill, -And bade her take a heed now he had come, -Or else, by cripes, he'd put her through the mill. -He didn't want her love, he'd had his fill, -Thank you, of her, the bread and butter sack. -And Anna heard that Shepherd Ern was back. - -'Back. And I'll have him back to me,' she muttered, -'This lovesick boy of twenty, green as grass, -Has made me wonder if my brains are buttered, -He, and his lockets, and his love, the ass. -I don't know why he comes. Alas! alas! -God knows I want no love; but every sun -I bolt my doors on some poor loving one. - -It breaks my heart to turn them out of doors, -I hear them crying to me in the rain; -One, with a white face, curses, one implores, -"Anna, for God's sake, let me in again, -Anna, belov'd, I cannot bear the pain." -Like hoovey sheep bleating outside a fold -"Anna, belov'd, I'm in the wind and cold." - -I want no men. I'm weary to the soul -Of men like moths about a candle flame, -Of men like flies about a sugar bowl, -Acting alike, and all wanting the same, -My dreamed-of swirl of passion never came, -No man has given me the love I dreamed, -But in the best of each one something gleamed. - -If my dear darling were alive, but he... -He was the same; he didn't understand. -The eyes of that dead child are haunting me, -I only turned the blanket with my hand. -It didn't hurt, he died as I had planned. -A little skinny creature, weak and red; -It looked so peaceful after it was dead. - -I have been all alone, in spite of all. -Never a light to help me place my feet: -I have had many a pain and many a fall. -Life's a long headache in a noisy street, -Love at the budding looks so very sweet, -Men put such bright disguises on their lust, -And then it all goes crumble into dust. - -Jimmy the same, dear, lovely Jimmy, too, -He goes the self-same way the others went: -I shall bring sorrow to those eyes of blue. -He asks the love I'm sure I never meant. -Am I to blame? And all his money spent! -Men make this shutting doors such cruel pain. -O, Ern, I want you in my life again.' - -On Sunday afternoons the lovers walk -Arm within arm, dressed in their Sunday best, -The man with the blue necktie sucks a stalk, -The woman answers when she is addressed. -On quiet country stiles they sit to rest, -And after fifty years of wear and tear -They think how beautiful their courtships were. - -Jimmy and Anna met to walk together -The Sunday after Shepherd Ern returned; -And Anna's hat was lovely with a feather -Bought and dyed blue with money Jimmy earned. -They walked towards Callows Farm, and Anna yearned: -'Dear boy,' she said, 'This road is dull to-day, -Suppose we turn and walk the other way.' - -They turned, she sighed. 'What makes you sigh?' he asked. -'Thinking,' she said, 'thinking and grieving, too. -Perhaps some wicked woman will come masked -Into your life, my dear, to ruin you. -And trusting every woman as you do -It might mean death to love and be deceived; -You'd take it hard, I thought, and so I grieved.' - -'Dear one, dear Anna.' 'O my lovely boy, -Life is all golden to the finger tips. -What will be must be: but to-day's a joy. -Reach me that lovely branch of scarlet hips.' -He reached and gave; she put it to her lips. -'And here,' she said, 'we come to Plaister Turns.' -And then she chose the road to Shepherd Ern's. - -As the deft angler, when the fishes rise, -Flicks on the broadening circle over each -The delicatest touch of dropping flies, -Then pulls more line and whips a longer reach, -Longing to feel the rod bend, the reel screech, -And the quick comrade net the monster out, -So Anna played the fly over her trout. - -Twice she passed, thrice, she with the boy beside her, -A lovely fly, hooked for a human heart, -She passed his little gate, while Jimmy eyed her, -Feeling her beauty tear his soul apart: -Then did the great trout rise, the great pike dart, -The gate went clack, a man came up the hill, -The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill. - -Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows, -She would not look behind, she looked ahead. -It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose, -A golden white rose faintly flushed with red. -Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread, -Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm. -She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm. - -'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him, -Cold and surprised, but interested too, -To see how much he felt the hook inside him, -And how much be surmised, and Jimmy knew, -And if her beauty still could make him do -The love tricks he had gambolled in the past. -A glow shot through her that her fish was grassed. - -'Evening,' she said. 'Good evening.' Jimmy felt -Jealous and angry at the shepherd's tone; -He longed to hit the fellow's nose a belt, -He wanted his beloved his alone. -A fellow's girl should be a fellow's own. -Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna, -Jim might have been in China by his manner. - -'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.' -'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?' -'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.' -'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.' -And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe -Under the chin to knock him out of time, -But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime. - -'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low. -She frowned, and blinked and spoke again to Ern. -'I hear the gipsy has a row to hoe.' -'The more you hear,' he said, 'the less you'll learn.' -'We've just come out,' she said, 'to take a turn; -Suppose you come along: the more the merrier.' -'All right,' he said, 'but how about the terrier?' - -He cocked an eye at Jimmy. 'Does he bite?' -Jimmy blushed scarlet. 'He's a dear,' said she. -Ern walked a step, 'Will you be in to-night?' -She shook her head, 'I doubt if that may be. -Jim, here's a friend who wants to talk to me, -So will you go and come another day?' -'By crimes, I won't!' said Jimmy, 'I shall stay.' - -'I thought he bit,' said Ern, and Anna smiled, -And Jimmy saw the smile and watched her face -While all the jealous devils made him wild; -A third in love is always out of place; -And then her gentle body full of grace -Leaned to him sweetly as she tossed her head, -'Perhaps we two'll be getting on,' she said. - -They walked, but Jimmy turned to watch the third. -'I'm here, not you,' he said; the shepherd grinned: -Anna was smiling sweet without a word; -She got the scarlet berry branch unpinned. -'It's cold,' she said, 'this evening, in the wind.' -A quick glance showed that Jimmy didn't mind her, -She beckoned with the berry branch behind her, - -Then dropped it gently on the broken stones, -Preoccupied, unheeding, walking straight, -Saying 'You jealous boy,' in even tones, -Looking so beautiful, so delicate, -Being so very sweet: but at her gate -She felt her shoe unlaced and looked to know -If Ern had taken up the sprig or no. - -He had, she smiled. 'Anna,' said Jimmy sadly, -'That man's not fit to be a friend of yourn, -He's nobbut just an oaf; I love you madly, -And hearing you speak kind to'm made me burn. -Who is he then?' She answered 'Shepherd Ern, -A pleasant man, an old, old friend of mine.' -'By cripes, then, Anna, drop him, he's a swine.' - -'Jimmy,' she said, 'you must have faith in me, -Faith's all the battle in a love like ours. -You must believe, my darling, don't you see -That life to have its sweets must have its sours. -Love isn't always two souls picking flowers. -You must have faith. I give you all I can. -What, can't I say "Good evening" to a man?' - -'Yes,' he replied, 'But not a man like him.' -'Why not a man like him?' she said, 'What next?' -By this they'd reached her cottage in the dim, -Among the daisies that the cold had kexed. -'Because I say. Now, Anna, don't be vexed.' -'I'm more than vexed,' she said, 'with words like these. -"You say," indeed. How dare you. Leave me, please.' - -'Anna, my Anna.' 'Leave me.' She was cold, -Proud and imperious with a lifting lip, -Blazing within, but outwardly controlled; -He had a colt's first instant of the whip. -The long lash curled to cut a second strip. -'You to presume to teach. Of course, I know -You're mother's Sunday scholar, aren't you? Go.' - -She slammed the door behind her, clutching skirts. -'Anna.' He heard her bedroom latches thud. -He learned at last how bitterly love hurts; -He longed to cut her throat and see her blood, -To stamp her blinking eyeballs into mud. -'Anna, by God!' Love's many torments make -That tune soon change to 'Dear, for Jesus' sake.' - -He beat the door for her. She never stirred, -But primming bitter lips before her glass; -Admired her hat as though she hadn't heard, -And tried her front hair parted, and in mass. -She heard her lover's hasty footsteps pass. -'He's gone,' she thought. She crouched below the pane, -And heard him cursing as he tramped the lane. - -Rage ran in Jimmy as he tramped the night; -Rage, strongly mingled with a youth's disgust -At finding a beloved woman light, -And all her precious beauty dirty dust; -A tinsel-varnish gilded over lust. -Nothing but that. He sat him down to rage, -Beside the stream whose waters never age. - -Plashing, it slithered down the tiny fall -To eddy wrinkles in the trembling pool -With that light voice whose music cannot pall, -Always the note of solace, flute-like, cool. -And when hot-headed man has been a fool, -He could not do a wiser thing than go -To that dim pool where purple teazles grow. - -He glowered there until suspicion came, -Suspicion, anger's bastard, with mean tongue, -To mutter to him till his heart was flame, -And every fibre of his soul was wrung, -That even then Ern and his Anna clung -Mouth against mouth in passionate embrace. -There was no peace for Jimmy in the place. - -Raging he hurried back to learn the truth. -The little swinging wicket glimmered white, -The chimney jagged the skyline like a tooth, -Bells came in swoons for it was Sunday night. -The garden was all dark, but there was light -Up in the little room where Anna slept: -The hot blood beat his brain; he crept, he crept. - -Clutching himself to hear, clutching to know, -Along the path, rustling with withered leaves, -Up to the apple, too decayed to blow, -Which crooked a palsied finger at the eaves. -And up the lichened trunk his body heaves. -Dust blinded him, twigs snapped, the branches shook, -He leaned along a mossy bough to look. - -Nothing at first, except a guttering candle -Shaking amazing shadows on the ceiling, -Then Anna's voice upon a bar of 'Randal, -Where have you been:' and voice and music reeling, -Trembling, as though she sang with flooding feeling. -The singing stopped midway upon the stair, -Then Anna showed in white with loosened hair. - -Her back was towards him, and she stood awhile, -Like a wild creature tossing back her mane, -And then her head went back, he saw a smile -On the half face half turned towards the pane; -Her eyes closed, and her arms went out again. -Jim gritted teeth, and called upon his Maker, -She drooped into a man's arms there to take her. - -Agony first, sharp, sudden, like a knife, -Then down the tree to batter at the door; -'Open there. Let me in. I'll have your life. -You Jezebel of hell, you painted whore, -Talk about faith, I'll give you faith galore.' -The window creaked, a jug of water came -Over his head and neck with certain aim. - -'Clear out,' said Ern; 'I'm here, not you, to-night, -Clear out. We whip young puppies when they yap.' -'If you're a man,' said Jim, 'Come down and fight, -I'll put a stopper on your ugly chap.' -'Go home,' said Ern; 'Go home and get your pap. -To kennel, pup, and bid your mother bake -Some soothing syrup in your puppy cake.' - -There was a dibble sticking in the bed, -Jim wrenched it out and swung it swiftly round, -And sent it flying at the shepherd's head: -'I'll give you puppy-cake. Take that, you hound.' -The broken glass went clinking to the ground, -The dibble balanced, checked, and followed flat. -'My God,' said Ern, 'I'll give you hell for that.' - -He flung the door ajar with 'Now, my pup-- -Hold up the candle, Anna--now, we'll see.' -'By crimes, come on,' said Jimmy; 'Put them up. -Come, put them up, you coward, here I be.' -And Jim, eleven stone, what chance had he -Against fourteen? but what he could he did; -Ern swung his right: 'That settles you, my kid.' - -Jimmy went down and out: 'The kid,' said Ern. -'A kid, a sucking puppy; hold the light.' -And Anna smiled: 'It gave me such a turn, -You look so splendid, Ernie, when you fight.' -She looked at Jim with: 'Ern, is he all right?' -'He's coming to.' She shuddered, 'Pah, the brute. -What things he said'; she stirred him with her foot. - -'You go inside,' said Ern, 'and bolt the door, -I'll deal with him.' She went and Jimmy stood. -'Now, pup,' said Ern, 'don't come round here no more. -I'm here, not you, let that be understood. -I tell you frankly, pup, for your own good.' -'Give me my hat,' said Jim. He passed the gate, -And as he tottered off he called, 'You wait.' - -'Thanks, I don't have to,' Shepherd Ern replied; -'You'll do whatever waiting's being done.' -The door closed gently as he went inside, -The bolts jarred in the channels one by one. -'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son. -Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.' -The light went out, the windows stared out blind. - -Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark. -And in the dim the lovers went upstairs, -Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark, -His lips entangled in her straying hairs, -Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers, -Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim -And full of shudders as she yearned to him. - -Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears, -'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now -And all her hair pulled down over her ears; -Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow, -I saw her kiss him from the apple bough. -They say a whore is always full of wiles, -O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles. - -Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet, -It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake. -If it were all a dream I'd kiss her feet, -I wish it were a dream for Jesus' sake. -One thing: I bet I made his guzzle ache, -I cop it fair before he sent me down, -I'll cop him yet some evening on the crown. - -O God, O God, what pretty ways she had, -He's kissing all her skin, so white and soft. -She's kissing back. I think I'm going mad. -Like rutting rattens in the apple loft. -She held that light she carried high aloft -Full in my eyes for him to hit me by, -I had the light all dazzling in my eye. - -She had her dress all clutched up to her shoulder, -And all her naked arm was all one gleam. -It's going to freeze to-night, it's turning colder, -I wish there was more water in the stream, -I'd drownd myself. Perhaps it's all a dream, -And bye and bye I'll wake and find it stuff; -By crimes, the pain I suffer's real enough.' - -About two hundred yards from Gunder Loss -He stopped to shudder, leaning on the gate, -He bit the touchwood underneath the moss; -'Rotten, like her,' he muttered in his hate; -He spat it out again with 'But, you wait, -We'll see again, before to-morrow's past, -In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.' - -All through the night the stream ran to the sea, -The different water always saying the same, -Cat-like, and then a tinkle, never glee, -A lonely little child alone in shame. -An otter snapped a thorn twig when he came, -It drifted down, it passed the Hazel Mill, -It passed the Springs; but Jimmy stayed there still. - -Over the pointed hill-top came the light -Out of the mists on Ercall came the sun, -Red like a huntsman halloing after night, -Blowing a horn to rouse up everyone; -Through many glittering cities he had run, -Splashing the wind vanes on the dewy roofs -With golden sparks struck by his horses' hoofs. - -The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes, -He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate; -The fireman watched his head of power rise. -'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.' -'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight -The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work! -Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.' - -Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head, -'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es; -I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red, -I feel so stiff' I'm very nearly froze.' -So over brook and through the fields he goes, -And up the line among the navvies' smiles, -'Young Jimmy Gurney's been upon the tiles.' - -The second whistle blew and work began, -Jimmy worked too, not knowing what he did, -He tripped and stumbled like a drunken man; -He muddled all, whatever he was bid, -The foreman cursed, 'Good God, what ails the kid? -Hi! Gurney. You. We'll have you crocking soon, -You take a lie down till the afternoon.' - -'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I? -I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece, -Or would do if a man could, but how could I -Then you come nagging round and never cease? -Well, take the job and give me my release, -I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick; -Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick. - - - - - V - - -Dully he got his time-check from the keeper. -'Curse her,' he said; 'and that's the end of whores'-- -He stumbled drunkenly across a sleeper-- -'Give all you have and get kicked out a-doors.' -He cashed his time-check at the station stores. -'Bett'ring yourself, I hope, Jim,' said the master; -'That's it,' said Jim; 'and so I will do, blast her.' - -Beyond the bridge, a sharp turn to the right -Leads to 'The Bull and Boar,' the carters' rest; -An inn so hidden it is out of sight -To anyone not coming from the west. -The high embankment hides it with its crest. -Far up above the Chester trains go by, -The drinkers see them sweep against the sky. - -Canal men used it when the barges came, -The navvies used it when the line was making; -The pigeons strut and sidle, ruffling, tame, -The chuckling brook in front sets shadows shaking. -Cider and beer for thirsty workers' slaking, -A quiet house; like all that God controls, -It is Fate's instrument on human souls. - -Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said. -'I'll drink and drink--I never did before-- -I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead, -For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.' -He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar'; -Moody he drank; the woman asked him why: -'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry. - -Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink; -That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.' -And then he sang, so that he should not think, -His Binger-Bopper song, but cut it short. -His wits were working like a brewer's wort -Until among them came the vision gleaming -Of Ern with bloody nose and Anna screaming. - -'That's what I'll do,' he muttered; 'knock him out, -And kick his face in with a running jump. -I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout, -And she can wash the fragments under pump.' -It was his ace; but Death had played a trump. -Death the blind beggar chuckled, nodding dumb, -'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.' - -Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child, -Had tottered out a dozen times to search. -'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild; -Your father's name's too good a name to smirch, -Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch; -He was so good, my little Jim, so clever; -He never stop a night away, not ever. - -He never slept a night away till now, -Never, not once, in all the time he's been. -It's the Lord's will, they say, and we must bow, -But O it's like a knife, it cuts so keen! -He'll work in's Sunday clothes, it'll be seen, -And then they'll laugh, and say "It isn't strange; -He slept with her, and so he couldn't change." - -Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'm wrong; perhaps he's dead; -Killed himself like; folk do in love, they say. -He never tells what passes in his head, -And he's been looking late so old and grey. -A railway train has cut his head away, -Like the poor hare we found at Maylow's shack. -O God have pity, bring my darling back!' - -All the high stars went sweeping through the sky, -The sun made all the orient clean, clear gold, -'O blessed God,' she prayed, 'do let me die, -Or bring my wand'ring lamb back into fold. -The whistle's gone, and all the bacon's cold; -I must know somehow if he's on the line, -He could have bacon sandwich when he dine.' - -She cut the bread, and started, short of breath, -Up the canal now draining for the rail; -A poor old woman pitted against death, -Bringing her pennyworth of love for bail. -Wisdom, beauty, and love may not avail. -She was too late. 'Yes, he was here; oh, yes. -He chucked his job and went.' 'Where?' 'Home, I guess.' - -'Home, but he hasn't been home.' 'Well, he went. -Perhaps you missed him, mother.' 'Or perhaps -He took the field path yonder through the bent. -He very likely done that, don't he, chaps?' -The speaker tested both his trouser straps -And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said. -'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.' - -She trembled down the high embankment's ridge -Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed. -For forty yards away, beyond the bridge, -Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed. -'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need. -I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit, -They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.' - -Even as two soldiers on a fortress wall -See the bright fire streak of a coming shell. -Catch breath, and wonder 'Which way will it fall? -To you? to me? or will it all be well?' -Ev'n so stood life and death, and could not tell -Whether she'd go to th'inn and find her son, -Or take the field and let the doom be done. - -'No, not the inn,' she thought. 'People would talk. -I couldn't in the open daytime; no. -I'll just sit here upon the timber balk, -I'll rest for just a minute and then go.' -Resting, her old tired heart began to glow, -Glowed and gave thanks, and thought itself in clover, -'He's lost his job, so now she'll throw him over.' - -Sitting, she saw the rustling thistle-kex, -The picks flash bright above, the trollies tip. -The bridge-stone shining, full of silver specks, -And three swift children running down the dip. -A Stoke Saint Michael carter cracked his whip, -The water in the runway made its din. -She half heard singing coming from the inn. - -She turned, and left the inn, and took the path -And 'Brother Life, you lose,' said Brother Death, -'Even as the Lord of all appointed hath -In this great miracle of blood and breath.' -He doeth all things well as the book saith, -He bids the changing stars fulfil their turn, -His hand is on us when we least discern. - -Slowly she tottered, stopping with the stitch, -Catching her breath, 'O lawks, a dear, a dear. -How the poor tubings in my heart do twitch, -It hurts like the rheumatics very near.' -And every painful footstep drew her clear -From that young life she bore with so much pain. -She never had him to herself again. - -Out of the inn came Jimmy, red with drink, -Crying: 'I'll show her. Wait a bit. I'll show her. -You wait a bit. I'm not the kid you think. -I'm Jimmy Gurney, champion tupper-thrower, -When I get done with her you'll never know her, -Nor him you won't. Out of my way, you fowls, -Or else I'll rip the red things off your jowls.' - -He went across the fields to Plaister's End. -There was a lot of water in the brook, -Sun and white cloud and weather on the mend -For any man with any eyes to look. -He found old Callow's plough-bat, which he took, -'My innings now, my pretty dear,' said he. -'You wait a bit. I'll show you. Now you'll see.' - -Her chimney smoke was blowing blue and faint, -The wise duck shook a tail across the pool, -The blacksmith's shanty smelt of burning paint, -Four newly-tired cartwheels hung to cool. -He had loved the place when under Anna's rule. -Now he clenched teeth and flung aside the gate, -There at the door they stood. He grinned. 'Now wait.' - -Ern had just brought her in a wired hare, -She stood beside him stroking down the fur. -'Oh, Ern, poor thing, look how its eyes do stare,' -'It isn't it,' he answered. 'It's a her.' -She stroked the breast and plucked away a bur, -She kissed the pads, and leapt back with a shout, -'My God, he's got the spudder. Ern. Look out.' - -Ern clenched his fists. Too late. He felt no pain, -Only incredible haste in something swift, -A shock that made the sky black on his brain, -Then stillness, while a little cloud went drift. -The weight upon his thigh bones wouldn't lift; -Then poultry in a long procession came, -Grey-legged, doing the goose-step, eyes like flame. - -Grey-legged old cocks and hens sedate in age, -Marching with jerks as though they moved on springs, -With sidelong hate in round eyes red with rage, -And shouldered muskets clipped by jealous wings, -Then an array of horns and stupid things: -Sheep on a hill with harebells, hare for dinner. -'Hare.' A slow darkness covered up the sinner. - -'But little time is right hand fain of blow.' -Only a second changes life to death; -Hate ends before the pulses cease to go, -There is great power in the stop of breath. -There's too great truth in what the dumb thing saith, -Hate never goes so far as that, nor can. -'I am what life becomes. D'you hate me, man?' - -Hate with his babbling instant, red and damning, -Passed with his instant, having drunken red. -'You've killed him.' - 'No, I've not, he's only shamming. -Get up.' 'He can't.' 'O God, he isn't dead.' -'O God.' 'Here. Get a basin. Bathe his head. -Ernie, for God's sake, what are you playing at? -I only give him one like, with the bat.' - -Man cannot call the brimming instant back; -Time's an affair of instants spun to days; -If man must make an instant gold, or black, -Let him, he may, but Time must go his ways. -Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. -Life's an affair of instants spun to years, -Instants are only cause of all these tears. - -Then Anna screamed aloud. 'Help. Murder. Murder.' -'By God, it is,' he said. 'Through you, you slut.' -Backing, she screamed, until the blacksmith heard her. -'Hurry,' they cried, 'the woman's throat's being cut.' -Jim had his coat off by the water butt. -'He might come to,' he said, 'with wine or soup. -I only hit him once, like, with the scoop. - -Splash water on him, chaps. I only meant -To hit him just a clip, like, nothing more. -There. Look. He isn't dead, his eyelids went. -And he went down. O God, his head's all tore. -I've washed and washed: it's all one gob of gore. -He don't look dead to you? What? Nor to you? -Not kill, the clip I give him, couldn't do.' - -'God send; he looks damn bad,' the blacksmith said. -'Py Cot,' his mate said, 'she wass altogether; -She hass an illness look of peing ted.' -'Here. Get a glass,' the smith said, 'and a feather.' -'Wass you at fightings or at playings whether?' -'Here, get a glass and feather. Quick's the word.' -The glass was clear. The feather never stirred. - -'By God, I'm sorry, Jim. That settles it.' -'By God. I've killed him then.' 'The doctor might.' -'Try, if you like; but that's a nasty hit.' -'Doctor's gone by. He won't be back till night.' -'Py Cot, the feather was not looking right.' -'By Jesus, chaps, I never meant to kill 'un. -Only to bat. I'll go to p'leece and tell 'un. - -O Ern, for God's sake speak, for God's sake speak.' -No answer followed: Ern had done with dust, -'The p'leece is best,' the smith said, 'or a beak. -I'll come along; and so the lady must. -Evans, you bring the lady, will you just? -Tell 'em just how it come, lad. Come your ways; -And Joe, you watch the body where it lays.' - -They walked to town, Jim on the blacksmith's arm. -Jimmy was crying like a child, and saying, -'I never meant to do him any harm.' -His teeth went clack, like bones at murmurs playing, -And then he trembled hard and broke out praying, -'God help my poor old mother. If he's dead, -I've brought her my last wages home,' he said. - -He trod his last free journey down the street; -Treading the middle road, and seeing both sides, -The school, the inns, the butchers selling meat, -The busy market where the town divides. -Then past the tanpits full of stinking hides, -And up the lane to death, as weak as pith. -'By God, I hate this, Jimmy,' said the smith. - - - - - VI - - -Anna in black, the judge in scarlet robes, -A fuss of lawyers' people coming, going, -The windows shut, the gas alight in globes, -Evening outside, and pleasant weather blowing. -'They'll hang him?' 'I suppose so; there's no knowing.' -'A pretty piece, the woman, ain't she, John? -He killed the fellow just for carrying on.' - -'She give her piece to counsel pretty clear.' -'Ah, that she did, and when she stop she smiled.' -'She's had a-many men, that pretty dear; -She's drove a-many pretty fellows wild.' -'More silly idiots they to be beguiled.' -'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, I do. See her eyes? -Mystery, eh? A woman's mystery's lies.' - -'Perhaps.' 'No p'raps about it, that's the truth. -I know these women; they're a rotten lot.' -'You didn't use to think so in your youth.' -'No; but I'm wiser now, and not so hot. -Married or buried, _I_ say, wives or shot, -These unmanned, unattached Maries and Susans -Make life no better than a proper nuisance.' - -'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.' -'I look on women as as good as men.' -'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill. -When have they been as good? I ask you when?' -'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then -P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.' -'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.' - -Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence; -'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life, -A fitting time afforded for repentance, -Then certain justice with a pitiless knife. -For her his wretched victim's widowed wife, -Pity. For her who bore him, pity. (Cheers.) -The jury were exempt for seven years.' - -All bowed; the Judge passed to the robing-room, -Dismissed his clerks, disrobed, and knelt and prayed -As was his custom after passing doom, -Doom upon life, upon the thing not made. -'O God, who made us out of dust, and laid -Thee in us bright, to lead us to the truth, -O God, have pity upon this poor youth. - -Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die; -Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me, -Who deal the laws men make to travel by -Under the sun upon the path to Thee; -O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he, -As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse, -Only Thy pity spared me from the curse. - -Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save, -Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine, -From all the pitfalls leading to the grave, -From all the death-feasts with the husks and swine. -God, who hast given me all things, now make shine -Bright in this sinner's heart that he may see. -God, take this poor boy's spirit back to Thee.' - -Then trembling with his hands, for he was old, -He went to meet his college friend, the Dean, -The loiterers watched him as his carriage rolled. -'There goes the Judge,' said one, and one was keen: -'Hanging that wretched boy, that's where he's been.' -A policeman spat, two lawyers talked statistics, -'"Crime passionel" in Agricultural Districts.' - -'They'd oughtn't hang a boy': but one said 'Stuff. -This sentimental talk is rotten, rotten. -The law's the law and not half strict enough, -Forgers and murderers are misbegotten, -Let them be hanged and let them be forgotten. -A rotten fool should have a rotten end; -Mend them, you say? The rotten never mend.' - -And one 'Not mend? The rotten not, perhaps. -The rotting would; so would the just infected. -A week in quod has ruined lots of chaps -Who'd all got good in them till prison wrecked it.' -And one, 'Society must be protected.' -'He's just a kid. She trapped him.' 'No, she didden.' -'He'll be reprieved.' 'He mid be and he midden.' - -So the talk went; and Anna took the train, -Too sad for tears, and pale; a lady spoke -Asking if she were ill or suffering pain? -'Neither,' she said; but sorrow made her choke, -'I'm only sick because my heart is broke. -My friend, a man, my oldest friend here, died. -I had to see the man who killed him, tried. - -He's to be hanged. Only a boy. My friend. -I thought him just a boy; I didn't know. -And Ern was killed, and now the boy's to end, -And all because he thought he loved me so.' -'My dear,' the lady said; and Anna, 'Oh. -It's very hard to bear the ills men make, -He thought he loved, and it was all mistake.' - -'My dear,' the lady said; 'you poor, poor woman, -Have you no friends to go to?' 'I'm alone. -I've parents living, but they're both inhuman, -And none can cure what pierces to the bone. -I'll have to leave and go where I'm not known. -Begin my life again.' Her friend said 'Yes. -Certainly that. But leave me your address: -For I might hear of something; I'll enquire, -Perhaps the boy might be reprieved or pardoned. -Couldn't we ask the rector or the squire -To write and ask the Judge? He can't be hardened. -What do you do? Is it housework? Have you gardened? -Your hands are very white and soft to touch.' -'Lately I've not had heart for doing much.' - -So the talk passes as the train descends -Into the vale and halts and starts to climb -To where the apple-bearing country ends -And pleasant-pastured hills rise sweet with thyme, -Where clinking sheepbells make a broken chime -And sunwarm gorses rich the air with scent -And kestrels poise for mice, there Anna went. - -There, in the April, in the garden-close, -One heard her in the morning singing sweet, -Calling the birds from the unbudded rose, -Offering her lips with grains for them to eat. -The redbreasts come with little wiry feet, -Sparrows and tits and all wild feathery things, -Brushing her lifted face with quivering wings. - -Jimmy was taken down into a cell, -He did not need a hand, he made no fuss. -The men were kind 'for what the kid done ... well -The same might come to any one of us.' -They brought him bits of cake at tea time: thus -The love that fashioned all in human ken, -Works in the marvellous hearts of simple men. - -And in the nights (they watched him night and day) -They told him bits of stories through the grating, -Of how the game went at the football play, -And how the rooks outside had started mating. -And all the time they knew the rope was waiting, -And every evening friend would say to friend, -'I hope we've not to drag him at the end.' - -And poor old mother came to see her son, -'The Lord has gave,' she said, 'The Lord has took; -I loved you very dear, my darling one, -And now there's none but God where we can look. -We've got God's promise written in His Book, -He will not fail; but oh, it do seem hard.' -She hired a room outside the prison yard. - -'Where did you get the money for the room? -And how are you living, mother; how'll you live?' -'It's what I'd saved to put me in the tomb, -I'll want no tomb but what the parish give.' -'Mother, I lied to you that time, O forgive, -I brought home half my wages, half I spent, -And you went short that week to pay the rent. - -I went to see'r, I spent my money on her, -And you who bore me paid the cost in pain. -You went without to buy the clothes upon her: -A hat, a locket, and a silver chain. -O mother dear, if all might be again, -Only from last October, you and me; -O mother dear, how different it would be. - -We were so happy in the room together, -Singing at "Binger-Bopper," weren't us, just? -And going a-hopping in the summer weather, -And all the hedges covered white with dust, -And blackberries, and that, and traveller's trust. -I thought her wronged, and true, and sweet, and wise, -The devil takes sweet shapes when he tells lies. - -Mother, my dear, will you forgive your son?' -'God knows I do, Jim, I forgive you, dear; -You didn't know, and couldn't, what you done. -God pity all poor people suffering here, -And may His mercy shine upon us clear, -And may we have His Holy Word for mark, -To lead us to His Kingdom through the dark.' - -'Amen.' 'Amen,' said Jimmy; then they kissed. -The warders watched, the little larks were singing, -A plough team jangled, turning at the rist; -Beyond, the mild cathedral bells were ringing, -The elm-tree rooks were cawing at the springing: -O beauty of the time when winter's done, -And all the fields are laughing at the sun! - -'I s'pose they've brought the line beyond the Knapp?' -'Ah, and beyond the Barcle, so they say.' -'Hearing the rooks begin reminds a chap. -Look queer, the street will, with the lock away; -O God, I'll never see it.' 'Let us pray. -Don't think of that, but think,' the mother said, -'Of men going on long after we are dead. - -Red helpless little things will come to birth, -And hear the whistles going down the line, -And grow up strong and go about the earth, -And have much happier times than yours and mine; -And some day one of them will get a sign, -And talk to folk, and put an end to sin, -And then God's blessed kingdom will begin. - -God dropped a spark down into everyone, -And if we find and fan it to a blaze -It'll spring up and glow like--like the sun, -And light the wandering out of stony ways. -God warms His hands at man's heart when he prays, -And light of prayer is spreading heart to heart; -It'll light all where now it lights a part. - -And God who gave His mercies takes His mercies, -And God who gives beginning gives the end. -I dread my death; but it's the end of curses, -A rest for broken things too broke to mend. -O Captain Christ, our blessed Lord and Friend, -We are two wandered sinners in the mire, -Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire. - -And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it -As of Thy will, however hard to go; -Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it, -Thy help is infinite for us to know. -And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow -May our poor souls be glad and meet agen, -And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.' - -* * * * * - -There was a group outside the prison gate, -Waiting to hear them ring the passing bell, -Waiting as empty people always wait -For the strong toxic of another's hell. -And mother stood there, too, not seeing well, -Praying through tears to let His will be done, -And not to hide His mercy from her son. - -Talk in the little group was passing quick. -'It's nothing now to what it was, to watch.' -'Poor wretched kid, I bet he's feeling sick.' -'Eh? What d'you say, chaps? Someone got a match?' -'They draw a bolt and drop you down a hatch -And break your neck, whereas they used to strangle -In olden times, when you could see them dangle.' - -Some one said, 'Off hats' when the bell began. -Mother was whimpering now upon her knees. -A broken ringing like a beaten pan -It sent the sparrows wavering to the trees. -The wall-top grasses whickered in the breeze, -The broken ringing clanged, clattered and clanged -As though men's bees were swarming, not men hanged. - -Now certain Justice with the pitiless knife. -The white sick chaplain snuffling at the nose. -'I am the resurrection and the life.' -The bell still clangs, the small procession goes, -The prison warders ready ranged in rows. -'Now, Gurney, come, my dear; it's time,' they said. -And ninety seconds later he was dead. - -Some of life's sad ones are too strong to die, -Grief doesn't kill them as it kills the weak, -Sorrow is not for those who sit and cry -Lapped in the love of turning t'other cheek, -But for the noble souls austere and bleak -Who have had the bitter dose and drained the cup -And wait for Death face fronted, standing up. - -As the last man upon the sinking ship, -Seeing the brine creep brightly on the deck, -Hearing aloft the slatting topsails rip, -Ripping to rags among the topmast's wreck, -Yet hoists the new red ensign without speck, -That she, so fair, may sink with colours flying, -So the old widowed mother kept from dying. - -She tottered home, back to the little room, -It was all over for her, but for life; -She drew the blinds, and trembled in the gloom; -'I sat here thus when I was wedded wife; -Sorrow sometimes, and joy; but always strife. -Struggle to live except just at the last, -O God, I thank Thee for the mercies past. - -Harry, my man, when we were courting; eh... -The April morning up the Cony-gree. -How grand he looked upon our wedding day. -"I wish we'd had the bells," he said to me; -And we'd the moon that evening, I and he, -And dew come wet, oh, I remember how, -And we come home to where I'm sitting now. - -And he lay dead here, and his son was born here; -He never saw his son, his little Jim. -And now I'm all alone here, left to mourn here, -And there are all his clothes, but never him. -He's down under the prison in the dim, -With quicklime working on him to the bone, -The flesh I made with many and many a groan. - -Oh, how his little face come, with bright hair, -Dear little face. We made this room so snug; -He sit beside me in his little chair, -I give him real tea sometimes in his mug. -He liked the velvet in the patchwork rug. -He used to stroke it, did my pretty son, -He called it Bunny, little Jimmie done. - -And then he ran so, he was strong at running, -Always a strong one, like his dad at that. -In summertimes I done my sewing sunning, -And he'd be sprawling, playing with the cat. -And neighbours brought their knitting out to chat -Till five o'clock; he had his tea at five; -How sweet life was when Jimmy was alive.' - -* * * * * - -Darkness and midnight, and the midnight chimes. -Another four-and-twenty hours begin, -Darkness again, and many, many times, -The alternating light and darkness spin -Until the face so thin is still more thin, -Gazing each earthly evening wet or fine -For Jimmy coming from work along the line. - -Over her head the Chester wires hum, -Under the bridge the rocking engines flash. -'He's very late this evening, but he'll come -And bring his little packet full of cash -(Always he does) and supper's cracker hash, -That is his favourite food excepting bacon. -They say my boy was hanged; but they're mistaken. - -And sometimes she will walk the cindery mile, -Singing, as she and Jimmy used to do, -Singing 'The parson's dog lep over a stile,' -Along the path where water lilies grow. -The stars are placid on the evening's blue, -Burning like eyes so calm, so unafraid, -On all that God has given and man has made. - -Burning they watch, and mothlike owls come out, -The redbreast warbles shrilly once and stops; -The homing cowman gives his dog a shout, -The lamps are lighted in the village shops. -Silence; the last bird passes; in the copse -The hazels cross the moon, a nightjar spins, -Dew wets the grass, the nightingale begins. - -Singing her crazy song the mother goes, -Singing as though her heart were full of peace, -Moths knock the petals from the dropping rose, -Stars make the glimmering pool a golden fleece, -The moon droops west, but still she does not cease, -The little mice peep out to hear her sing, -Until the inn-man's cockerel shakes his wing. - -And in the sunny dawns of hot Julys, -The labourers going to meadow see her there. -Rubbing the sleep out of their heavy eyes, -They lean upon the parapet to stare; -They see her plaiting basil in her hair, -Basil, the dark red wound-wort, cops of clover, -The blue self-heal and golden Jacks of Dover. - -Dully they watch her, then they turn to go -To that high Shropshire upland of late hay; -Her singing lingers with them as they mow, -And many times they try it, now grave, now gay, -Till, with full throat, over the hills away, -They lift it clear; oh, very clear it towers -Mixed with the swish of many falling flowers. - - - - -'The Widow in the Bye Street' first appeared in _The English Review_ for -February 1912. 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