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“Oh, to be alone!
To escape from the work, the play,
The talking every day;
To escape from all I have done,
And all that remains to do!
To escape—yes, even from you,
My only love, and be
Alone and free.
To escape from the work, the play,
The talking every day;
To escape from all I have done,
And all that remains to do!
To escape—yes, even from you,
My only love, and be
Alone and free.
Could I only stand
Between gray moor and gray sky,
Where the winds and the plovers cry,
And no man is at hand;
And feel the free wind blow
On my rain-wet face and know
I am free—not yours, but my own—
Free and alone!
Between gray moor and gray sky,
Where the winds and the plovers cry,
And no man is at hand;
And feel the free wind blow
On my rain-wet face and know
I am free—not yours, but my own—
Free and alone!
For the soft firelight
And the home of your heart, my dear,
They hurt, being always here.
I want to stand upright,
And to cool my eyes in the air,
And to see how my back can bear
Burdens—to try, to know,
To learn, to grow!
And the home of your heart, my dear,
They hurt, being always here.
I want to stand upright,
And to cool my eyes in the air,
And to see how my back can bear
Burdens—to try, to know,
To learn, to grow!
I am only you!
I am yours, part of you, your wife!
And I have no other life.
I cannot think, cannot do;
I cannot breathe, cannot see;
There is ‘us,’ but there is not me:—
And worst, at your kiss I grow
Contented so.”
(From Appendix to “Woman Free.”)
I am yours, part of you, your wife!
And I have no other life.
I cannot think, cannot do;
I cannot breathe, cannot see;
There is ‘us,’ but there is not me:—
And worst, at your kiss I grow
Contented so.”
(From Appendix to “Woman Free.”)
