Portrait By A Neighbor
Her key's in the lock,
And you never see her chimney smoke
Till past ten o'clock!
She digs in her garden
With a shovel and a spoon,
She weeds her lazy lettuce
By the light of the moon.
She walks up the walk
Like a woman in a dream,
She forgets she borrowed butter
And pays you back cream!
Her lawn looks like a meadow
And if she mows the place,
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne's lace!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
A Few Figs from Thistles, 1922
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