Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли)

The Milkman

Early in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs,
You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his horse's hoofs;
You hear the bottles clinking, and then he drives away:
You yawn in bed, turn over, and begin another day!

The old-time dairy maids are dear to every poet's heart—
I'd rather be the dairy man and drive a little cart,
And bustle round the village in the early morning blue,
And hang my reins upon a hook, as I've seen Casey do. 

1. Reading Aloud
2. Bayberry Candles
3. The Young Mother
4. The Wakeful Husband
5. Light Verse

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