He had been happy thinking she might love him,
And whistled at his plowing all the day;
But now, while dancers stamped and scraped above him,
On the barn foor, he lay below in silence
Among the cattle on a pile of hay.
He had dressed quickly when his work was over,
And watched the guests stroll towards him up the lane;
But she came smiling with another lover:
Hurt and ashamed, he stole of from the dancers,
Like a whipped dog, to blubber out his pain.
He breathed more calmly, hearing the insistence
Of horses munching fodder; and he grew
Indiferent to the fddÌles ín the distance,
To womankind and to hís disappointment,
Down here among the cattle that he knew.
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