A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
Sometimes I can see
When I teach
Half my children talk
Each to each.
When I am so worn out I cannot sleep
And yet I know I have to work next day
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
Sometimes I think God has his days
For being friends.
He says: 'Forgive my careless ways.
No one pretends
Beauty does not walk through lovely days.
Beauty walks with horror in her hair.
Down long centuries of pleasant ways
The strike's done.
The men won.
The ships sail the sea
To bring back