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Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950).  Spoon River Anthology.  1916.

204. Rebecca Wasson

SPRING and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring 
After each other drifting, past my window drifting! 
And I lay so many years watching them drift and counting 
The years till a terror came in my heart at times, 
With the feeling that I had become eternal; at last         5
My hundredth year was reached! And still I lay 
Hearing the tick of the clock, and the low of cattle 
And the scream of a jay flying through falling leaves! 
Day after day alone in a room of the house 
Of a daughter-in-law stricken with age and gray.  10
And by night, or looking out of the window by day 
My thought ran back, it seemed, through infinite time 
To North Carolina and all my girlhood days, 
And John, my John, away to the war with the British, 
And all the children, the deaths, and all the sorrows.  15
And that stretch of years like a prairie in Illinois 
Through which great figures passed like hurrying horsemen, 
Washington, Jefferson, Jackson, Webster, Clay. 
O beautiful young republic for whom my John and I 
Gave all of our strength and love!  20
And O my John! 
Why, when I lay so helpless in bed for years, 
Praying for you to come, was your coming delayed? 
Seeing that with a cry of rapture, like that I uttered 
When you found me in old Virginia after the war,  25
I cried when I beheld you there by the bed, 
As the sun stood low in the west growing smaller and fainter 
In the light of your face! 



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