Classic Poem

In the still cold before the sun HER LAUDS
Her brothers and her sisters small
She woke, and washed and dressed each one.

And through the morning hours all, PRIME
Singing above her broom, she stood
And swept the house from hall to hall.

At noon she ran with tidings good TERCE
Across the field and down the lane
To share them with the neighborhood.

Four miles she walked and home again, SEXT
To sit through half the afternoon
And hear a feeble crone complain;

But when she saw the frosty moon NONES
And lakes of shadow on the hill
Her maiden dreams grew bright as noon.

She threw her pitying apron frill VESPERS
Over a little trembling mouse
When the sleek cat yawned on the sill,

In the late hours and drowsy house. COMPLINE
At last, too tired, beside her bed
She fell asleep. ... her prayers half said.