Today on The Penny Blog:
The Farmer's Bride, by Charlotte Mew
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 and me and all things human;
Like the shut of a winter's day
Her smile went out, and 'twasn't a woman --
More like a little frightened fay.
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.
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