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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- <br>And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; <br>But she bode wi' a thirtover uncle, and he <br>Swore by noon and by night that her goodman should be <br>Naibor Sweatley--a gaffer oft weak at the knee <br>From taking o' sommat more cheerful than tea-- <br>Who tranted, and moved people's things. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She cried, "O pray pity me!" Nought would he hear; <br>Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed, <br>She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her. <br>The pa'son was told, as the season drew near <br>To throw over pu'pit the names of the peäir <br>As fitting one flesh to be made. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The wedding-day dawned and the morning drew on; <br>The couple stood bridegroom and bride; <br>The evening was passed, and when midnight had gone <br>The folks horned out, "God save the King," and anon <br>The two home-along gloomily hied. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lover Tim Tankens mourned heart-sick and drear <br>To be thus of his darling deprived: <br>He roamed in the dark ath'art field, mound, and mere, <br>And, a'most without knowing it, found himself near <br>The house of the tranter, and now of his Dear, <br>Where the lantern-light showed 'em arrived. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The bride sought her cham'er so calm and so pale <br>That a Northern had thought her resigned; <br>But to eyes that had seen her in tide-times of weal, <br>Like the white cloud o' smoke, the red battlefield's vail, <br>That look spak' of havoc behind. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The bridegroom yet laitered a beaker to drain, <br>Then reeled to the linhay for more, <br>When the candle-snoff kindled some chaff from his grain-- <br>Flames spread, and red vlankers, wi' might and wi' main, <br>And round beams, thatch, and chimley-tun roar. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Young Tim away yond, rafted up by the light, <br>Through brimble and underwood tears, <br>Till he comes to the orchet, when crooping thereright <br>In the lewth of a codlin-tree, bivering wi' fright, <br>Wi' on'y her night-rail to screen her from sight, <br>His lonesome young Barbree appears. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her cwold little figure half-naked he views <br>Played about by the frolicsome breeze, <br>Her light-tripping totties, her ten little tooes, <br>All bare and besprinkled wi' Fall's chilly dews, <br>While her great gallied eyes, through her hair hanging loose, <br>Sheened as stars through a tardle o' trees. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She eyed en; and, as when a weir-hatch is drawn, <br>Her tears, penned by terror afore, <br>With a rushing of sobs in a shower were strawn, <br>Till her power to pour 'em seemed wasted and gone <br>From the heft o' misfortune she bore. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"O Tim, my own Tim I must call 'ee--I will! <br>All the world ha' turned round on me so! <br>Can you help her who loved 'ee, though acting so ill? <br>Can you pity her misery--feel for her still? <br>When worse than her body so quivering and chill <br>Is her heart in its winter o' woe! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"I think I mid almost ha' borne it," she said, <br>"Had my griefs one by one come to hand; <br>But O, to be slave to thik husbird for bread, <br>And then, upon top o' that, driven to wed, <br>And then, upon top o' that, burnt out o' bed, <br>Is more than my nater can stand!" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tim's soul like a lion 'ithin en outsprung-- <br>(Tim had a great soul when his feelings were wrung)-- <br>"Feel for 'ee, dear Barbree?" he cried; <br>And his warm working-jacket about her he flung, <br>Made a back, horsed her up, till behind him she clung <br>Like a chiel on a gipsy, her figure uphung <br>By the sleeves that around her he tied. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over piggeries, and mixens, and apples, and hay, <br>They lumpered straight into the night; <br>And finding bylong where a halter-path lay, <br>At dawn reached Tim's house, on'y seen on their way <br>By a naibor or two who were up wi' the day; <br>But they gathered no clue to the sight. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then tender Tim Tankens he searched here and there <br>For some garment to clothe her fair skin; <br>But though he had breeches and waistcoats to spare, <br>He had nothing quite seemly for Barbree to wear, <br>Who, half shrammed to death, stood and cried on a chair <br>At the caddle she found herself in. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There was one thing to do, and that one thing he did, <br>He lent her some clouts of his own, <br>And she took 'em perforce; and while in 'em she slid, <br>Tim turned to the winder, as modesty bid, <br>Thinking, "O that the picter my duty keeps hid <br>To the sight o' my eyes mid be shown!" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the tallet he stowed her; there huddied she lay, <br>Shortening sleeves, legs, and tails to her limbs; <br>But most o' the time in a mortal bad way, <br>Well knowing that there'd be the divel to pay <br>If 'twere found that, instead o' the elements' prey, <br>She was living in lodgings at Tim's. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Where's the tranter?" said men and boys; "where can er be?" <br>"Where's the tranter?" said Barbree alone. <br>"Where on e'th is the tranter?" said everybod-y: <br>They sifted the dust of his perished roof-tree, <br>And all they could find was a bone. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then the uncle cried, "Lord, pray have mercy on me!" <br>And in terror began to repent. <br>But before 'twas complete, and till sure she was free, <br>Barbree drew up her loft-ladder, tight turned her key-- <br>Tim bringing up breakfast and dinner and tea-- <br>Till the news of her hiding got vent. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then followed the custom-kept rout, shout, and flare <br>Of a skimmington-ride through the naiborhood, ere <br>Folk had proof o' wold Sweatley's decay. <br>Whereupon decent people all stood in a stare, <br>Saying Tim and his lodger should risk it, and pair: <br>So he took her to church. An' some laughing lads there <br>Cried to Tim, "After Sweatley!" She said, "I declare <br>I stand as a maiden to-day!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a></strong></div>