This text is part of:
Table of Contents:
‘A poor man's wife am I, and yet,’
Said one, “I am a queen.
My realm a little homestead is,
Where, lacking crown and throne,
I rule by loving services
And patient toil alone. “
The other said: “The great world lies
Beyond me as it lay;
O'er love's and duty's boundaries
My feet may never stray.
I see but common sights of home,
Its common sounds I hear,
My widowed mother's sick-bed room
Sufficeth for my sphere.
I read to her some pleasant page
Of travel far and wide,
And in a dreamy pilgrimage
We wander side by side.
And when, at last, she falls asleep,
My book becomes to me
A magic glass: my watch I keep,
But all the world I see.
A farm-wife queen your place you fill,
While fancy's privilege
Is mine to walk the earth at will,
Thanks to the Wishing Bridge. “
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.
An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.