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The Hill Wife

Written by: Robert Frost | Biography
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 I. LONELINESS

 Her Word

One ought not to have to care
 So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
 To seem to say good-bye;

Or care so much when they come back
 With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
 Too glad for the one thing

As we are too sad for the other here --
 With birds that fill their breasts
But with each other and themselves
 And their built or driven nests.

II. HOUSE FEAR

Always -- I tell you this they learned --
Always at night when they returned
To the lonely house from far away
To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,
They learned to rattle the lock and key
To give whatever might chance to be
Warning and time to be off in flight:
And preferring the out- to the in-door night,
They. learned to leave the house-door wide
Until they had lit the lamp inside.

III. THE SMILE

 Her Word

I didn't like the way he went away.
That smile! It never came of being gay.
Still he smiled- did you see him?- I was sure!
Perhaps because we gave him only bread
And the wretch knew from that that we were poor.
Perhaps because he let us give instead
Of seizing from us as he might have seized.
Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed,
Or being very young (and he was pleased
To have a vision of us old and dead).
I wonder how far down the road he's got.
He's watching from the woods as like as not.

IV. THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM

She had no saying dark enough
 For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window-latch
 Of the room where they slept.

The tireless but ineffectual hands
 That with every futile pass
Made the great tree seem as a little bird
 Before the mystery of glass!

It never had been inside the room,
 And only one of the two
Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream
 Of what the tree might do.

V. THE IMPULSE

It was too lonely for her there,
 And too wild,
And since there were but two of them,
 And no child,

And work was little in the house,
 She was free,
And followed where he furrowed field,
 Or felled tree.

She rested on a log and tossed
 The fresh chips,
With a song only to herself
 On her lips.

And once she went to break a bough
 Of black alder.
She strayed so far she scarcely heard.
 When he called her --

And didn't answer -- didn't speak --
 Or return.
She stood, and then she ran and hid
 In the fern.

He never found her, though he looked
 Everywhere,
And he asked at her mother's house
 Was she there.

Sudden and swift and light as that
 The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
 Besides the grave.



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