Bitter-Sweet by J. G. (Josiah Gilbert) Holland
page 71 of 144 (49%)
page 71 of 144 (49%)
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I have never learned. I only know she stole my husband's heart, And made me very wretched. I suppose That at the time my little babe was born, She went away; for David was at home For many days. That pain was bliss to me-- I need no argument to teach me that-- Which caused neglect of her, and gave offense. Since then, he has not where to go from me; And, loving well his child, he stays at home. So he lugs round his secret, and I mine. I call him husband; and he calls me wife; And I, who once was like an April day, That finds quick tears in every cloud, have steeled My heart against my fate, and now am calm. I will live on; and though these simple folk Who call me sister understand me not, It matters little. There is one who does; And he shall have no liberty of love By any word of mine. 'Tis woman's lot, And man's most weak and wicked wantonness. Mine is like other husbands, I suppose; No worse--no better. _Mary_. Ask you sympathy Of such as I? I cannot give it you, |
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