Women Who Sit at EaseBy Grace Fallow Norton(In “The Woman’s Journal.”)
By Grace Fallow Norton
(In “The Woman’s Journal.”)
I know a lady in this landWho carries a Chinese fan in her hand;But in her heart does she carry a thoughtOf her Chinese sister who carefully wroughtThe dainty, delicate, silken toyFor her to admire and enjoy?To shield my lady from chilling draughtIs a Japanese screen of curious craft.She takes the comfort its presence gives,But in her heart not one thought lives,Not even one little thought—ahem!—For her Japanese sister from over the sea!
I know a lady in this landWho carries a Chinese fan in her hand;But in her heart does she carry a thoughtOf her Chinese sister who carefully wroughtThe dainty, delicate, silken toyFor her to admire and enjoy?To shield my lady from chilling draughtIs a Japanese screen of curious craft.She takes the comfort its presence gives,But in her heart not one thought lives,Not even one little thought—ahem!—For her Japanese sister from over the sea!
I know a lady in this landWho carries a Chinese fan in her hand;But in her heart does she carry a thoughtOf her Chinese sister who carefully wroughtThe dainty, delicate, silken toyFor her to admire and enjoy?
I know a lady in this land
Who carries a Chinese fan in her hand;
But in her heart does she carry a thought
Of her Chinese sister who carefully wrought
The dainty, delicate, silken toy
For her to admire and enjoy?
To shield my lady from chilling draughtIs a Japanese screen of curious craft.She takes the comfort its presence gives,But in her heart not one thought lives,Not even one little thought—ahem!—For her Japanese sister from over the sea!
To shield my lady from chilling draught
Is a Japanese screen of curious craft.
She takes the comfort its presence gives,
But in her heart not one thought lives,
Not even one little thought—ahem!—
For her Japanese sister from over the sea!