| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Twilight Hours.
VII. Marjory’s Wedding | | By Sarah Williams (“Sadie”) (1841–1868) |
| | (From “Child Poems”)
MARJORY made her a wedding feast, | |
| “And I am to be the bride,” said she. | |
| “Wait for the bridegroom,” was whispered then; | |
| “What does that matter?” said Marjorie. | |
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| Marjory gathered the peaches fine, | 5 |
| That dropped in the sun behind the tree. | |
| “Where is your husband to share the feast?” | |
| “I can eat peaches,” said Marjorie. | |
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| Feasting makes fractious, and some one said, | |
| “The wives that are beaten, better be.” | 10 |
| Marjory kissed at the mirror’s face; | |
| “There is my beating,” said Marjorie. | |
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| “If you were pretty, would you be good?” | |
| So somebody said to Marjory. | |
| “I cannot tell,” said the maiden wild; | 15 |
| “Plenty of people are good, you see.” | |
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| Softly the sunset crept over the hill, | |
| Soft, like a shadow-land, glistened the sea; | |
| Two little hands ’neath a head bent down: | |
| “I am so tired!” said Marjorie. | 20 | | | |
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