The Old SuffragistBy Margaret Widdemer(See page 156)
By Margaret Widdemer
(See page 156)
She could have loved—her woman passions beatDeeper than theirs, or else she had not knownHow to have dropped her heart beneath their feetA living stepping-stone.The little hands—did they not clutch her heart?The guarding arms—was she not very tired?Was it an easy thing to walk apart,Unresting, undesired?She gave away her crown of woman-praise,Her gentleness and silent girlhood graceTo be a merriment for idle days,Scorn for the market-place:She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good,For one far hope she knew she would not see:These—notherdaughters—crowned with motherhood,And love and beauty—free.
She could have loved—her woman passions beatDeeper than theirs, or else she had not knownHow to have dropped her heart beneath their feetA living stepping-stone.The little hands—did they not clutch her heart?The guarding arms—was she not very tired?Was it an easy thing to walk apart,Unresting, undesired?She gave away her crown of woman-praise,Her gentleness and silent girlhood graceTo be a merriment for idle days,Scorn for the market-place:She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good,For one far hope she knew she would not see:These—notherdaughters—crowned with motherhood,And love and beauty—free.
She could have loved—her woman passions beatDeeper than theirs, or else she had not knownHow to have dropped her heart beneath their feetA living stepping-stone.
She could have loved—her woman passions beat
Deeper than theirs, or else she had not known
How to have dropped her heart beneath their feet
A living stepping-stone.
The little hands—did they not clutch her heart?The guarding arms—was she not very tired?Was it an easy thing to walk apart,Unresting, undesired?
The little hands—did they not clutch her heart?
The guarding arms—was she not very tired?
Was it an easy thing to walk apart,
Unresting, undesired?
She gave away her crown of woman-praise,Her gentleness and silent girlhood graceTo be a merriment for idle days,Scorn for the market-place:
She gave away her crown of woman-praise,
Her gentleness and silent girlhood grace
To be a merriment for idle days,
Scorn for the market-place:
She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good,For one far hope she knew she would not see:These—notherdaughters—crowned with motherhood,And love and beauty—free.
She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good,
For one far hope she knew she would not see:
These—notherdaughters—crowned with motherhood,
And love and beauty—free.