The Farmer's Bride
Three Summers since I chose a maid, Disconnected
Too young maybe - but more's to do
At harvest-time than bide and woo. Animal Imagery- Wants to be free and escape
When us was wed she turned afraid Needs Taming
Of love and me and all things human;
Like the shut of a winter's day He chose, bride had no choice
Her smile went out, and 'twasn't a woman -
More like a little frightened fay. Don't sleep together
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.
'Out '**** the sheep, her be,' they said, Alliteration
Should properly have been abed;
But sure enough she wasn't there Scared he will force himself on her: Wants children
Lying awake with her wide brown stare.