Mary Webb. “Humble Folk.” Typescript poem, one leaf, 7″ x 5¾″, white wove watermarked paper. Thirty-two lines, five corrections. Cut from a larger sheet, and with minor creases. Penciled number “74” (?) in upper-right corner. This poem alludes to the trees outside Rose Cottage in Pontesbury, where Mary and Henry lived quietly after their return from Weston-super-Mare in 1915. Mary writes (contentedly): “We dare not dream of immortality / Unshared by their brown fruits. / And when the wild bee’s voice / Grows faint for us, we only ask to lie / Like two straight trees cut down together, / Not fearing any weather, / Too soundly sleeping even to rejoice.”