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The Housemaid's Letter
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Please help me to find The Housemaid's Letter - Clare Bevan ( The Works 3 - Chosen by Paul Cookson, page 234-235 )
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The Housemaid’s Letter by Clare Bevan - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Mum, My life is very fine here Far from the village And the smells of home. I have a room in the roof Painted blue as a blackbird’s egg, And a whole bed to myself, Which is lonely But so clean The sheets crackle like morning frost. And I have tried Truly To make you proud of me, Mum. I work hard all day, Cleaning and polishing this great house Till it sparkles as brightly As a butterfly’s wing. Then I disappear down the Servants’ stair Like a small, sweaty, Fairy Godmother, Unseen and unknown By the golden ones above. And I am happy enough, Mum. The food is good Though swallowed in silence, The other girls smile At my clumsy ways And Cook can be kind If the milk is sweet And the butter cool But sometimes, When the Sunday bells are ringing I still miss the warmth of the little ones Curled beside me in the tumbled darkness, And I hunger to hear The homely peal Of your lost laughter, Mum. 唔知你係咪要文章呢'' 如果唔係'' sorry = =''
請說明我找到 女僕的信件-- Clare Bevan (工作 3 --被保羅Cookson選擇，第234-235頁)
The Housemaid's Letter
發問:
Please help me to find The Housemaid's Letter - Clare Bevan ( The Works 3 - Chosen by Paul Cookson, page 234-235 )
最佳解答:
The Housemaid’s Letter by Clare Bevan - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Mum, My life is very fine here Far from the village And the smells of home. I have a room in the roof Painted blue as a blackbird’s egg, And a whole bed to myself, Which is lonely But so clean The sheets crackle like morning frost. And I have tried Truly To make you proud of me, Mum. I work hard all day, Cleaning and polishing this great house Till it sparkles as brightly As a butterfly’s wing. Then I disappear down the Servants’ stair Like a small, sweaty, Fairy Godmother, Unseen and unknown By the golden ones above. And I am happy enough, Mum. The food is good Though swallowed in silence, The other girls smile At my clumsy ways And Cook can be kind If the milk is sweet And the butter cool But sometimes, When the Sunday bells are ringing I still miss the warmth of the little ones Curled beside me in the tumbled darkness, And I hunger to hear The homely peal Of your lost laughter, Mum. 唔知你係咪要文章呢'' 如果唔係'' sorry = =''
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其他解答:請說明我找到 女僕的信件-- Clare Bevan (工作 3 --被保羅Cookson選擇，第234-235頁)
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