Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . X. Page Sixty-seven Part IV B I I MISCELLANEOUS Page Sixty-nine LIFES Evening Page Seventy Somehow, when shes a-sittin there,So quiet like in her old twilight falls, and everythingJest seems to hush—the crickets singTheir evning song—I know that thenShes livin* old times oer again.—Jest bout this time o year, I I asked her, and she said when I think how good and trueShes been to me when things looked blue,Somehow my heart begins to pound;And when I put my arm aroundHer waist—and she lo

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Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . X. Page Sixty-seven Part IV B I I MISCELLANEOUS Page Sixty-nine LIFES Evening Page Seventy Somehow, when shes a-sittin there,So quiet like in her old twilight falls, and everythingJest seems to hush—the crickets singTheir evning song—I know that thenShes livin* old times oer again.—Jest bout this time o year, I I asked her, and she said when I think how good and trueShes been to me when things looked blue,Somehow my heart begins to pound;And when I put my arm aroundHer waist—and she looks up at meWith that old smile, the one that sheGave me that night—somehow— well, say—Its mighty good to feel that way.

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