Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window, staring
Into the darkness below.
A little glimmering brightness
Goes down the uncertain street
A lantern, and a mother
With tired and stumbling feet.
I think it's eggs and flour
That the old lady has bought
To bake a cake for her daughter,
The lazy good-for-naught.
Yawning at home on the sofa,
She lies in front of the blaze
The golden hair is falling
About her golden face.
