We'd build a little bungalow, If you and I were one, And carefully we'd plan it, so We'd get the morning sun. I'd rise each day at rosy dawn And bustle gaily down; In evening's cool, you'd spray the lawn When you came back from town. A little cook-book I should buy, Your dishes I'd prepare; And though they came out black and dry, I'd know you wouldn't care. How valiantly I'd strive to learn, Assured you'd not complain! And if my finger I should burn, You'd kiss away the pain. I'd buy a little scrubbing-brush And beautify the floors; I'd warble gaily as a thrush About my little chores. But though I'd cook and sew and scrub, A higher life I'd find; I'd join a little woman's club And cultivate my mind. If you and I were one, my dear, A model life we'd lead. We'd travel on, from year to year, At no increase of speed. Ah, clear to me the vision of The things that we should do. And so I think it best, my love, To string along as two. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |