Out of her head and crazy, and talked of flowers and trees;
Family man yourself, sir? Well, you know what a woman be’s.
Narvous she was, and restless,—said that she “couldn’t stay,”
Stay,—and the nearest woman seventeen miles away.
But I fixed it up with the doctor, and he said he would be on hand,
And I kinder stuck by the shanty, and fenced in that bit o’ land.
One night,—the tenth of October,—I woke with a chill and fright,
For the door it was standing open, and Cicely warn’t in sight,
But a note was pinned on the blanket, which said that she “couldn’t stay,”
But had gone to visit her neighbor,—seventeen miles away.