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340

SONNET XXII
WOMAN SUFFRAGE

With screech of parrot or with yelp of fox
The wild dishevelled sisters cry for votes:
While each who honours woman sadly notes
How in vast thoughtless heartless dangerous flocks
These sexless creatures surge against the rocks
Of duty, love, and wreck their fragile boats
Till only some stray spar or top-mast floats,
Sight pitiful 'mid the rough green waves' shocks.
So, beaten down, dismayed and out of heart,
Fed forcibly on their own turgid dreams,
Will these mad women swiftly plunge apart
From all the world of work and honest schemes,
From noble passion and from glorious Art,
While Pethick Lawrence rants and Pankhurst screams.
January 23, 1912