 | An idyl of work |  |
In that sweet woman-stranger's heart sprang up
For Eleanor a secret tenderness.
Her she besought to stay, so pale she looked,
So long the journey home. And Esther, too,
Blaming herself for Eleanor's fatigue,
Added her urging. Eleanor yielded then,
And let the Wizard bear her friends away,
Looking and listening till his distant hoofs
Fell light as raindrops; then, half homesick, moaned.
For Eleanor a secret tenderness.
Her she besought to stay, so pale she looked,
So long the journey home. And Esther, too,
Blaming herself for Eleanor's fatigue,
Added her urging. Eleanor yielded then,
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Looking and listening till his distant hoofs
Fell light as raindrops; then, half homesick, moaned.
| An idyl of work | |