Considering.
And neither of them saw—
Or Daniel did not—bright eyes at the door,
Brimming with alien purpose.
“Your good wife,”
The woman said—and Daniel, starting round,
Saw how the gold one narrowed her long lids
Toward him who held the hammer—“sends for you.
She tells you this is wasting time, is wearing
The day out; is pure nothing. And she says—