A SAINT'S HOURS

In the still cold before the sun

HER LAUDS Her brothers and her sisters small

She woke, and washed and dressed each one.

And through the morning hours all,

PRIME Singing above her broom, she stood

And swept the house from hall to hall.

At noon she ran with tidings good

TERCE Across the field and down the lane

To share them with the neighborhood.

Four miles she walked and home again,

SEXT To sit through half the afternoon

And hear a feeble crone complain;

But when she saw the frosty moon

NONES And lakes of shadow on the hill

Her maiden dreams grew bright as noon.

She threw her pitying apron frill

VESPERS Over a little trembling mouse

When the sleek cat yawned on the sill,

In the late hours and drowsy house.

COMPLINE At last, too tired, beside her bed

She fell asleep ... her prayers half said.

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