In tones the opposite of gay:
"The hour is late, the night is dreary—
It cometh not," she said;
Then mentally: "The man is beery—
I would I were in bed."
About the middle of the night
She heard the shrill steam-whistle blow,
And saw the signals gleaming bright;
And from dark pens the oxen's low
Came to her; but she watched with pain