The flood came
And broke a dam
To carry a farm away,
The cow, the hens,
The rocking chair,
Where she would sit,
To rock and knit.

The wind howling,
The rain falling
To carry a farm away,
The plow, the fence
The copper ware,
The feather bed,
Where she lay her head.

The splashes came
With torrents of rain
To carry a farm away,
Making a sense
Of the whole affair
As deep as a flood,
As deeply in love.

And puddles deep
Into cellars seeped
And carried the farm away,
Effecting romance
His love to swear,
Her love to pursue,
Until, in love, she said,
“I do.”

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