 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
WOMEN.
'Tis a sad truth, yet 'tis a truth
That does not need the proving:
They give their hearts away, unasked,
And are not loved for loving.
That does not need the proving:
They give their hearts away, unasked,
And are not loved for loving.
Striving to win a little back,
For all they feel they hide it;
And lips that tremble with their love,
In trembling have denied it.
For all they feel they hide it;
And lips that tremble with their love,
In trembling have denied it.
Sometimes they deem the kiss and smile
Is life and love's beginning;
While he who wins the heart away,
Is satisfied with winning.
Is life and love's beginning;
While he who wins the heart away,
Is satisfied with winning.
Sometimes they think they have not found
The right one for their mating;
And go on till the hair is white,
And eyes are blind with waiting.
The right one for their mating;
And go on till the hair is white,
And eyes are blind with waiting.
And if the mortal tarry still,
They fill their lamps, undying;
And till the midnight wait to hear
The “Heavenly Bridegroom” crying.
They fill their lamps, undying;
And till the midnight wait to hear
The “Heavenly Bridegroom” crying.
For while she lives, the best of them
Is less a saint than woman;
And when her lips ask love divine,
Her heart asks love that 's human!
Is less a saint than woman;
And when her lips ask love divine,
Her heart asks love that 's human!
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