Robert Frost - The Death of the Hired Man

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table 

Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, 

She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage 

To meet him in the doorway with the news 

And put him on his guard. “Silas is back.”          

She pushed him outward with her through the door 

And shut it after her. “Be kind," she said. 

She took the market things from Warren’s arms 

And set them on the porch, then drew him down 

To sit beside her on the wooden steps.           

 

“When was I ever anyt...