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The strong fair woman, who, nor seen
Nor help'd nor cared for, lives alone
In some poor cottage not her own,
Content with labours coarse and mean;
Content that what she might have been
Shall never now be fully known
Till all her best of life is gone;
Content? Aye, happy as a queen:
That woman is the wife for me!
I seek her homely solitude,
So strenuous, so self-contain'd,
And find what others fail to see;
Beneath that rustic roof-tree rude
Love dwells, unchanging and unfeign'd.