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. |