WOMAN WISDOM
Oh love is fair, and love is rare, my
dear one said.
But love goes lightly over: I bent her
foolish head,
And kissed her hair and laughed at her.
Such a child was she,
So new to love, so true to love.
But there is wisdom in women, of more
than they have known.
And thoughts go blowing them, are wiser
than their own
Oh how should my dear one, being
ignorant and young,
Have cried on love so bitterly, with so
true a tongue
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