THE REWARD
I heard the little cricket cry
Last night in the dull rain—as I
Put on my dark, my sombre dress.
(I had no ear for happiness!)
Last night in the dull rain—as I
Put on my dark, my sombre dress.
(I had no ear for happiness!)
And as I braided up my hair
I saw the white threads, silvered there,
And on my cheeks the mark of tears,
My only kisses thro' the years.
I saw the white threads, silvered there,
And on my cheeks the mark of tears,
My only kisses thro' the years.
Sudden—that little voice I heard—
Finer than call of cheerful bird.
A human—tender—crying sound
In the low grasses near the ground.
Finer than call of cheerful bird.
A human—tender—crying sound
In the low grasses near the ground.
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