Plimoth Plantation (V) Poem by W. G. Hiraeth

My knock and call went unanswered, so we
Walked 'round the small thatched cottage to the back.
Mistress Anne sat knitting in the garden:
In the costume of sixteen-twenty-one. She said: "I come from Step-nie and am glad
Sir, you both come from Lunnon now." She looked
Tense; worn; was summer-browned; but she bothered
About her husabnd: "out there, cutting corn." For cheer, I asked: "To please me Mistress, sing
A London ditty." Her eyes looked so far
Away. Then she sang, with a sweet, brave voice:
"Come away, oh. For it be zummer-time." While she sang, I was in Plimoth Plantation
With the Pilgrim Fathers, in their first summer.
Despite danger, I loved it ­ was a Pilgrim.
How could I bid her four centuries Goodbye?