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Peaceful and slow, peaceful and slow, / Skillful and deft, in my own rhythm, / Happy about the house I go- For the men are in town, and their noise gone with 'em.
Well I remember, long ago, How still, in my girlish room, the night was-
Watching the moon from my window, / While cool on the empty bed her light was.
More than my heart to him I gave, When I gave my heart in soft surrender-
Who now am the timid, laughed-at slave
Of a man unaware of this, and tender.
Never must he know how I feel, / Or how, at times, too loud his voice is-
When, just at the creak of his wagon-wheel
Cramped for the barn, my life rejoices!
He would be troubled; he could not learn
How small a part of myself I keep
To smell the meadows, or sun the churn, / When he's at market, or while he's asleep.