The Lammas Hireling
After the fair, I'd still a light heart
and a heavy purse, he struck so cheap.
And cattle doted on him: in his time
mine only dropped heifers, fat as cream
Yields doubled. I grew fond of company
that knew when to shut up. Then one night,
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disturbed from dreams of my dear late wife,
I hunted down her torn voice to his pale form.
Stock-still in the light from the dark lantern,
stark-naked but for one bloody boot of fox-trap,
I knew him a warlock, a cow with leather horns.
To go into the hare gets you muckle sorrow,
the wisdom runs, muckle care. I levelled
and blew the small hour through his heart.
Ed-Q.»
The moon came out. By its yellow witness
I saw him fur over like a stone mossing.
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HIS ovely head thinned. His top lip gathered.
His eyes rose like bread. I carried him
in a sack that grew lighter at every step
and dropped him from a bridge. There was no
splash. Now my herd's elf-shot. I don't dream
but spend my nights casting ball from half-crowns S\vev-)
and my days here. Bless me Father for I have sinned.
It has been an hour since my last confession.
> to gaj.&t le
loe
ov k(.AA.k
, き六0」
に5
L
、
望 。
一 ッ曾リん な
を一。0 。
After the fair, I'd still a light heart
and a heavy purse, he struck so cheap.
And cattle doted on him: in his time
mine only dropped heifers, fat as cream
Yields doubled. I grew fond of company
that knew when to shut up. Then one night,
emcs.yJoO&
disturbed from dreams of my dear late wife,
I hunted down her torn voice to his pale form.
Stock-still in the light from the dark lantern,
stark-naked but for one bloody boot of fox-trap,
I knew him a warlock, a cow with leather horns.
To go into the hare gets you muckle sorrow,
the wisdom runs, muckle care. I levelled
and blew the small hour through his heart.
Ed-Q.»
The moon came out. By its yellow witness
I saw him fur over like a stone mossing.
k50(
HIS ovely head thinned. His top lip gathered.
His eyes rose like bread. I carried him
in a sack that grew lighter at every step
and dropped him from a bridge. There was no
splash. Now my herd's elf-shot. I don't dream
but spend my nights casting ball from half-crowns S\vev-)
and my days here. Bless me Father for I have sinned.
It has been an hour since my last confession.
> to gaj.&t le
loe
ov k(.AA.k
, き六0」
に5
L
、
望 。
一 ッ曾リん な
を一。0 。
