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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Country Letter-Carrier
By Elisabeth, Queen of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) (1843–1916)
 
From ‘Songs of Toil’: Translation of John Eliot Bowen

IT thaws. On field and roadway the packing drifts have faded;
  The service-berry drips, and the slush is deep and stale;
  The clouds hang low and leaden; the evening glow is pale;
The paths gleam like a brooklet, whose bed is all unshaded.
 
Along the highway trudges a messenger; unaided,        5
  He limps and halts and shivers; his bag holds little mail—
  A single wretched letter all crumpled, old, and frail—
He must push on; the village he nears now, lame and jaded.
 
He knocks. A timid woman admits him: “Till now, never
  Had I a letter! Heavens! My boy! Quick, give it here!        10
He’s coming! Now we’re happy!” Her aged muscles quiver:
  “God sent you here. Be seated and warm yourself; come near:
A share of my possessions are yours to keep forever.”
  The postman limps no longer, warmed by the woman’s cheer.
 
 
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