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A PEAR'S SPINNING.
He listened at the porch that day,
And then it stopped, ran back away,
He sat beside me, with an oath
I smiled—believing for us both,
My mother cursed me that I heard
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word,
I thought—O God!—my first-born's cry
I listened in mine agony—
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave
A stone upon my heart and head,
Sweet neighbors, whisper low instead,
*d his golden fingers, spread her apart? What would the ros. do without the dew,
Nestling deep in her fragrant heart?
What would the bee do without the rose,
What would the bird do without her nest?
What would the night do without the stars,
What would the heart do without its tears?
O where are you going so early? he said;
I’m going a-milking, sir, says she,