At the kitchen fire

Love has no out door charms for winter weather 
Twas spring & summer when we met together 
Yet when a chance fell out—at her desire 
I waited on her at the kitchen fire 
& often made her evening labour light 
& took the hugh pot off the hooks at night 
Were soon as ere she thought the job was oer 
Shed make excuse to meet me at the door 
In whispering ways shed oer my shoulder lean 
While I took kisses from my toil unseen 
Whenever she sat up to bake or brew 
I slove to help her when no body knew

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