Maid Of The Lakes
She had got off the stage in Keswick town
And, glad of a hat, walked six miles,
Her skirt hitched up, her mind on each
Step in each rut in the lane, then thinking
Further ahead, for the night was drawing in,
Of the stranger waiting for her at the house
(A stranger because she'd be long dead by then),
Sat in the bay window of the library
Its rows of books needing her careful dusting,
Conjuring her from the mist and wet trees.
Note: The stage referred to in the first line is a stagecoach, the bus service of its time. Keswick is in the Lake District in England, an area of lakes and hills that is also know as 'The Lakes' as in the poem's title.