The Farmers Bride

• Charlotte Mew
• Three summers since I chose a maid, Too young maybe - but more's to do
• of love and me and all things human;
• All in a shiver and a scare
• I've hardly heard her speak at all
• Shy as a leveret, swift as he,
• But what to me?
• Some other in the house than we!
• 'Tis but a stair Betwixt us.
• Oh! my God!
• her hair, her hair!