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IN the black winter morning / No light will be struck near my eyes / While the clock in the stairway is warning / For five, when he used to rise. / Leave the door unbarred, / The clock unwound, / Make my lone bed hard- / Would 'twere underground!
When the summer dawns clearly, / And the appletree-tops seem alight, / Who will undraw the curtain and cheerly / Call out that the morning is bright?
When I tarry at market / No form will cross Durnover Lea / In the gathering darkness, to hark at / Grey's Bridge for the pit-pat o' me.
When the supper crock's steaming, / And the time is the time of his tread, / I shall sit by the fire and wait dreaming / In a silence as of the dead. / Leave the door unbarred, / The clock unwound, / Make my lone bed hard- / Would 'twere underground!