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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-</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>
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-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class="left line"><span>Your devil's penny for the devil's bit.'</span></div>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">VI</span></p>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-<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>
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-imaginary, and no reference is made or intended to any living
-person.</span></p>
-<p class="left pnext"><span>JOHN MASEFIELD.
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