Women are wilful, and the kindest are Truly the wilfulest. 'Twas always so. For e'en in my poor home my brightest star Which in life's darkest spots reflects its glow And guides me towards that goal I long have sought Hath seemed at times so wilful in its way That I rebelled and wandered in my thought As madly as careens the owl in day. I fain would choose and choose for self alone, And choosing thus, have stumbled oft and fell, And only by the light of love that shone, Though wilful, have I saved my soul from hell. For I have learned that woman's wilful mind Bespeaks a deep and underlying plan Which elevates, ennobles human-kind And makes me for the nonce a better man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEASURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |