1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">THERE'S WISDOM IN WOMEN</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she;<br/></span> <span class="i0">So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a tongue?<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />