I should be happy with my lot: A wife and mother - is it not Enough for me to be content? What other blessing could be sent? A quiet house, and homely ways, That make each day like other days; I only see Time's shadow now Darken the hair on baby's brow! No world's work ever comes to me, No beggar brings his misery; I have no power, no healing art With bruised soul or broken heart. I read the poets of the age, 'Tis lotus-eating in a cage; I study Art, but Art is dead To one who clamors to be fed With milk from Nature's rugged breast, Who longs for Labor's lusty rest. O foolish wish! I still could pine If any other lot were mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT by EDITH SITWELL MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |