“The Death of the Hired Man”

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“The Death of the Hired Man”

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame
at the table

Waiting for Warren.
When she heard his step,

She ran on tip-toe down
the darkened passage

To meet him in the
doorway with the news

And put him on his guard. 'Silas is back.'

She pushed him outward with her through the door

And shut it after her. "Be kind,' she said.

She took the market things from Warren's arms

And set them on the porch, then drew him down

To sit beside her on the wooden steps.

'When was I ever anything but kind to him?

But I'll not have the fellow back,' he said.

'I told him so last haying, didn't I?

"If he left then," I said, "that ended it."

What good is he? Who else will harbour him

At his age for the little he can do?

What help he is there's no depending on.

Off he goes always when I need him most.

'He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,

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