Woman

Woman written by William Henry Davies

From "The Loneliest Mountain", 1939

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We're but the Shadows of these Women Suns,
We creep behind, and still they lead the way;
We're but the Tides, and women are our Moons,
We come and go, and quietly obey.

We worship them to-day and call them saints,
We follow them from love, and praise their beauty;
To-morrow comes and, following them from fear,
We limp behind to do a husband's duty.

They lead the way, and men must follow still,
We're but their slaves, be it from love or fear;
And when they fail to coax or scold with words,
We'll find our certain Master in a Tear.

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