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I rose with early morning light,

The meadows grey with rime,

To set the kitchen fire, and dight

The room for breakfast-time;

Or make the beds, or rinse and scour,

And all the while

A singing heart, a face aflower,

And secret smile.

So 'twas with me week in, week out,

And no more to be said;

A moment's look, a hint of doubt,

A half-turn of the head.

I had my hands as full as full,

And full of work was he—

But I learn'd in another school

After he'd lookt at me.

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