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For an adequate song of my prairie land!
55 HE STRUCK ME.
He struck me, a coward word From the rubied hilt of his anger; He struck me; amazed, I heard, Swerved aside a whole instant, then stood Straight and tall and still, no leap In all my being. Now, smiling, I see Him toy with the hilt, and keep The rubies a-dance to daze my eyes; There is no fear, leashed by will; No courage, God-founded. Smiling, I see Him strike. I have no life to kill.
56 THE BREAD-WAGON HORSE.
Every morning as I go past... On my way to seven-o'clock breakfast, I see him hitched to the bread-wagon, Waiting for the bread man to come on.
The dear little bread-wagon horse !
He takes no notice of my advances.
He never changes his feet, nor glances At me as I rub his nose and say, "Good morning. Horsey. How're you to-day?" He has found the world such a long, hard row He thinks I'm just pretending, I know.
The dear little bread-wagon horse!
I lower my voice to the tenderest tone, — I want him to know that I love him, I own, — And try to talk of what he cares about; But he only sighs gently, and out Of the tail of his fixed and abstracted eye Comes a gleam that makes me go on by.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For an adequate song of my prairie land!
55 HE STRUCK ME.
He struck me, a coward word From the rubied hilt of his anger; He struck me; amazed, I heard, Swerved aside a whole instant, then stood Straight and tall and still, no leap In all my being. Now, smiling, I see Him toy with the hilt, and keep The rubies a-dance to daze my eyes; There is no fear, leashed by will; No courage, God-founded. Smiling, I see Him strike. I have no life to kill.
56 THE BREAD-WAGON HORSE.
Every morning as I go past... On my way to seven-o'clock breakfast, I see him hitched to the bread-wagon, Waiting for the bread man to come on.
The dear little bread-wagon horse !
He takes no notice of my advances.
He never changes his feet, nor glances At me as I rub his nose and say, "Good morning. Horsey. How're you to-day?" He has found the world such a long, hard row He thinks I'm just pretending, I know.
The dear little bread-wagon horse!
I lower my voice to the tenderest tone, — I want him to know that I love him, I own, — And try to talk of what he cares about; But he only sighs gently, and out Of the tail of his fixed and abstracted eye Comes a gleam that makes me go on by.
What to read after Tumbleweed [poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Woodman, Hannah Rea, 1870- to read onlineMoreLess
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