285 "She sat beneath the broad-armed elms The grass with shine and shadow. "Beside her, from the summer heat With forehead bared, the farmer stood, "Framed in its damp, dark locks, his face 290 Had nothing mean or common, Strong, manly, true, the tenderness And pride beloved of woman. "She looked up, glowing with the health The country air had brought her, 295 And, laughing, said: 'You lack a wife, Your mother lacks a daughter. 300 "To mend your frock and bake your bread You do not need a lady: Be sure among these brown old homes Is some one waiting ready, "Some fair, sweet girl with skilful hand 305 "He bent his black brows to a frown, 'Tis well,' he said, 'for one like you |