I am looking for a poem which began (approximately) with:
"There's mending I must do and beds to make.
I should not sit and watch the red sun set
Behind the hills of afternoon, and yet
Supposing that I go at duty's call..."
Anybody know the whole poem? title? author?
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/23/2008 11:16PM by beherewithme2.