Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/40

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THE WIFE'S WILL


"Duty commands?" 'Tis true­—'tis just;
Thy slightest word I wholly trust,
Nor by request, nor faintest sigh
Would I, to turn thy purpose, try;
But, William—­hear my solemn vow—­
Hear and confirm!—­with thee I go.


"Distance and suffering," did'st thou say?
"Danger by night, and toil by day?"
Oh, idle words, and vain are these;
Hear me! I cross with thee the seas.
Such risk as thou must meet and dare,
I—­thy true wife—­will duly share.


Passive, at home, I will not pine;
Thy toils­—thy perils, shall be mine;
Grant this—­and be hereafter paid
By a warm heart's devoted aid:
'Tis granted—­with that yielding kiss,
Entered my soul unmingled bliss.


Thanks, William—­thanks! thy love has joy,
Pure—­undefiled with base alloy;
'Tis not a passion, false and blind,
Inspires, enchains, absorbs my mind;
Worthy, I feel, art thou to be
Loved with my perfect energy.


This evening, now, shall sweetly flow,
Lit by our clear fire's happy glow;