When us was wed she turned afraidOf love and me and all things human;Like the shut of a winter's dayHer smile went out, and 'twasn't a woman -More like a little frightened fay.One night, in the Fall, she runned away.
We was wed three years ago now, and I still remember how she was; a beautiful young maid, shy, maybe not forward enough for me.
Not a day had passed since our marriage when she changed. Less tolerant of me now than she had been before, she hid herself in the house. She smiled no longer, and her eyes were dull.
It was like Winter had come early; she seemed not like a woman at all, but a faery; hiding from the 'big folk' and fleeing from us. Yet still it was Summer.
It's Autumn now, nearing Winter. Earlier this season she runned away, took flight like a frightened rabbit. We couldn't let that happen - 'tisn't right for a maid to run from her husband and leave him alone, cold in the bed, lonely on the farm. Bad enough that we sleep apart, with a flight of stairs between us. No, we had to bring her back.
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