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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 only gave him 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 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.

Robert Frost

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