AHASUERAS
No less a lover but a greater man,
A better warrior and a nobler king,
I will be from this hour for thy dear sake.
THE COST
God finished woman in the twilight hour
And said, 'To-morrow thou shalt find thy place:
Man's complement, the mother of the race -
With love the motive power -
The one compelling power.'
All night she dreamed and wondered. With the light
Her lover came--and then she understood
The purpose of her being. Life was good
And all the world seemed right -
And nothing was, but right.
She had no wish for any wider sway:
By all the questions of the world unvexed,
Supremely loving and superbly sexed,
She passed upon her way -
Her feminine fair way.
But God neglected, when He fashioned man,
To fuse the molten splendour of his mind
With that sixth sense He gave to womankind.
And so He marred His plan -
Ay, marred His own great plan.
She asked so little, and so much she gave,
That man grew selfish: and she soon became,
To God's great sorrow and the whole world's shame,
Man's sweet and patient slave -
His uncomplaining slave.
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