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HE CAME TOO LATE.
He came too late! The toast had dried
Before the fire too long,—
The cakes were scorched upon the side,
And everything was wrong.
She scorned to wait till dark for one
Who lingered on his way,
And so she took her tea alone,
And cleared the things away.
Before the fire too long,—
The cakes were scorched upon the side,
And everything was wrong.
She scorned to wait till dark for one
Who lingered on his way,
And so she took her tea alone,
And cleared the things away.
He came too late! At once he felt
The supper hour was o'er;—
Indifference in her calm smile dwelt—
She closed the cupboard door!
The table-cloth was put away,
No dishes could he see;—
She met him and her words were gay,
She never spoke of tea!
The supper hour was o'er;—
Indifference in her calm smile dwelt—
She closed the cupboard door!
The table-cloth was put away,
No dishes could he see;—
She met him and her words were gay,
She never spoke of tea!
He came too late! the subtle cords
Of patience were unbound,—
Not by offence of spoken words,
But by the slights that wound.
She knew he could say nothing now
That could the past repay,—
She bade him go and milk the cow,
And coldly turned away!
Of patience were unbound,—
Not by offence of spoken words,
But by the slights that wound.
She knew he could say nothing now
That could the past repay,—
She bade him go and milk the cow,
And coldly turned away!
He came too late! The fragrant steam
Of tea had long since flown,
The flies had fallen in the cream,
The bread was cold as stone.
And when with word and smile he tried
His hungry state to prove,
She nerved her heart with woman's pride,
And never deigned to move!
Of tea had long since flown,
The flies had fallen in the cream,
The bread was cold as stone.
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His hungry state to prove,
She nerved her heart with woman's pride,
And never deigned to move!
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