MARRIED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 9, 28 February 1891, Page 2

MARRIED.

< >h 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. 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. 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 ! 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 kies I grow Contented so.