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| Poems by Women |
A Saint's Hours
| (Her Matins) | In the still cold before the sun Her brothers and her sisters small She woke, and washed and dressed each one. |
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| (Prime) |
And through the morning hours
all Singing above her broom she stood And swept the house from hall to hall. |
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| (Tierce) | Then out she
ran with tidings good Across the field and down the lane, To share them with the neighborhood. |
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| (Sexts) | Four miles
she walked, and home again, To sit through half the afternoon And hear a feeble crone complain. |
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| (Nones) | But when she
saw the frosty moon And lakes of shadow on the hill, Her maiden dreams grew bright as noon. |
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| (Vespers) | She threw
her pitying apron frill Over a little trembling mouse When the sleek cat yawned on the sill. |
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| (Evensong) | In the late
hours and drowsy house, At last, too tired, beside her bed She fell asleep -- her prayers half said. |
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From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
