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HE rain has beaten the tall maize down; Oh proud maize, with the golden crown, Broken thou liest at my feet.

The woman had a secret, That cradled in her heart, "None else have such a secret," She said, "save I, accursed!" She journeyed through the world, The secret in her heart, And Oh, each one she met, The women spinning at their sunny doorsills, The reapers toiling where the corn was thickest, The maidens with full pitchers by the streamlet, Each had a secret, She was afraid.

She saw their eyes, And through them, saw their hearts, Wherein the secrets lay. And some were white as moonlight,