...dark house Have passed with royal gaze : Purpureatty enwound How grandly glow the bays. CHARLOTTE MEW THE FARMER'S BRIDE Three summers since I chose a maid, Too young maybe—but more's to do At harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love...

...when the wind gies chase; And on the Eve of Christmas, fallin' snow. THE FARMER'S BRIDE* CHARLOTTE MEW Three Summers since I chose a maid, Too young maybe...turned afraid Of love and me and all things human; •From Saturday Market by Charlotte Mew. Copyr1ght 1921 by The Macmillan Company. Reprinted by permission....

...Saturday Market by Charlotte Mew. Copyright 1921 by The MacroiHan Company. Reprinted by permission. Like the shut of a winter's day. Her smile went out, and 't wasn'ta woman — More like a little frightened fay. One night, in the fall, she runned away. "Out...

...foresees 'S hed any mair to gi'e has wrocht wraught, worked had any more to give deed died Charlotte Mew THE FARMER'S BRIDE Three summers since I chose a maid,...the shut of a winter's day Her smile went out, and 'twadn'ta woman More like a little frightened fay. One night, in the Fall, she runned away. MEW 'Out...

...expanded and reprinted in 1921 and expanded yet again in 1929 with a new title, The Rambling Sailor. THE FARMER'S BRIDE Three Summers since I chose a maid,...harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she tumed afraid Of love and me and all things human; Like the shut of a winter's day Her smile went out,...

...attention of the world is "The Farmer's Bride." On February 3, 1912, it was published in The Nation. Three Summers since I chose a maid, Too young maybe — but more's to do At harvest-rime than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love and me and all things human;...