Hon. Henry BennettIt never came into my mindUntil I was ready to dieThat Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.For I was seventy, she was thirty—five,And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husbandJenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.For all my wisdom and grace of mindGave her no delight at all, in very truth,But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strengthOf Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful featOf lifting a traction engine out of the ditchOne time at Georgie Kirby’s.So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard—That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!
It never came into my mindUntil I was ready to dieThat Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.For I was seventy, she was thirty—five,And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husbandJenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.For all my wisdom and grace of mindGave her no delight at all, in very truth,But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strengthOf Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful featOf lifting a traction engine out of the ditchOne time at Georgie Kirby’s.So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard—That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!