Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (18691948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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The Interpreter |
| Orrick Johns |
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IN the very early morning when the light was low | |
She got all together and she went like snow, | |
Like snow in the springtime on a sunny hill, | |
And we were only frightened and cant think still. | |
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We cant think quite that the katydids and frogs | 5 |
And the little crying chickens and the little grunting hogs, | |
And the other living things that she spoke for to us | |
Have nothing more to tell her since it happened thus. | |
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She never is around for any one to touch, | |
But of ecstasy and longing she too knew much, | 10 |
And always when any one has time to call his own | |
She will come and be beside him as quiet as a stone. | |
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