(Contemporary American writer and suffragist. In “The American Magazine.”)
They looked from farm house window;
Their joyless faces showed
Between the curtain and the sill—
You saw them from the road.
They looked up while they churned and cooked
And washed and swept and sewed.
Some could die and some just lived, and many a one went mad,
But it’s “Mother be up at four o’clock,” the menfolk bade.
They looked from town-house windows,