Wife While other women's husbands ride Along the road in proud array, My husband up the rough hillside On foot must wend his weary way. The grievous sight with bitter pain My bosom fills, and many a tear Steals down my cheek, and I would fain Do aught to help my husband dear. Come! take the mirror and the veil, My mother's parting gifts to me; In barter they must sure avail To buy a horse to carry thee! Husband And I should purchase me a horse, Must not my wife still sadly walk? No, No! though stony is our course, We'll trudge along and sweetly talk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |