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Show A WOMAN'S WISH. Would I were lying In a field of clover. Of clover cool and soft, and soft and Wlth'dusky clouds In deep skies hanging over, . . And- scented silence at my head and feet. Just for one hour to slip the leash of In eager haste, from Thought's Impatient Impa-tient neck. . , And watch It coursing, in its heedless Disdaining Wisdom's" call or Duty's beck! Ah! It were sweet, where clover clumps are meeting And daisies hiding, so to hide and rest; No sound except my own heart's sturdy beating. Rocking Itself to sleep within my breast ' Just to lie there, filled with the deeper , breathing That comes of listening to a wild bird s song! Our souls require at times this full unsheathing un-sheathing All swords will rust if scabbard-kept too 4 long; And I am tired so tired of rigid duty. So tired of all my tired hands find to do! Z yearn, I faint, for some of life's free beauty, f , Its loose beads with no straight string running through! Aye, laugh. If laugh you will, at my crude speech; But women sometimes died of such a greed-Die greed-Die for the small Joys held beyond their reach. And the assurance they have all they need!- MART ASHLEY TOWN SEND. |