The Wise Woman
Shemust be rich who can foregoAn hour so jewelled with delight,She must have treasuries of joyThat she can draw on day and night,She must be very sure of heaven—Or is it only that she feelsHow much more safe it is to lackA thing that time so often steals.
Shemust be rich who can foregoAn hour so jewelled with delight,She must have treasuries of joyThat she can draw on day and night,She must be very sure of heaven—Or is it only that she feelsHow much more safe it is to lackA thing that time so often steals.
Shemust be rich who can foregoAn hour so jewelled with delight,She must have treasuries of joyThat she can draw on day and night,She must be very sure of heaven—Or is it only that she feelsHow much more safe it is to lackA thing that time so often steals.
Shemust be rich who can forego
An hour so jewelled with delight,
She must have treasuries of joy
That she can draw on day and night,
She must be very sure of heaven—
Or is it only that she feels
How much more safe it is to lack
A thing that time so often steals.