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A woman! and you laugh with stately glee,
And I laugh with you, such a jest it is
To think you have become too old to kiss,
And with unstudied words no longer free.
A woman! you have nothing more to be:
Men may be statesmen, schoolmen, that or this,
Each greater by the honour that is his;
But “woman” is a woman's one degree.
And I laugh with you, such a jest it is
To think you have become too old to kiss,
And with unstudied words no longer free.
A woman! you have nothing more to be:
Men may be statesmen, schoolmen, that or this,
Each greater by the honour that is his;
But “woman” is a woman's one degree.
Nay though, not quite! Look upward, little one!
Why should your eyes such thoughts untold retain?
Yes, in your head I guess what fancies run,
Already of a higher title fain:—
You would be wife before the days be done,
And see your daughters dress the dolls again.
Why should your eyes such thoughts untold retain?
Yes, in your head I guess what fancies run,
Already of a higher title fain:—
You would be wife before the days be done,
And see your daughters dress the dolls again.
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