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No not to night dear child I cannot go	A
I'm busy tired they knew I should not come	B
you do not need me there Dear be content	C
and take your pleasure you shall tell me of it	D
There go to don your miracles of gauze	E
and come and show yourself a great pink cloud	F
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So she has gone with half a discontent	C
but it will die before her curls are shaped	G
and she'll go forth intent on being pleased	H
and take her ponderous pastime like the rest	I
patient delightedly prepared to talk	J
in the right voice for the right length of time	K
on any thing that anybody names	L
prepared to listen with the proper calm	M
to any song that anybody sings	N
wedged in their chairs all soberness and smiles	O
one steady sunshine like an August day	P
a band of very placid revellers	Q
glad to be there but gladder still to go	A
She like the rest it seems so strange to me	R
my simple peasant girl my nature's grace	S
one with the others my wood violet	D
stuck in a formal rose box at a show	A
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Well since it makes her happier True I thought	T
the artless girl come from her cottage home	U
knowing no world beyond her village streets	V
come stranger into our elaborate life	W
with such a blithe and wondering ignorance	X
as a young child's who sees new things all day	P
would learn it my way and would turn to me	R
out of the solemn follies What are these	Y
why must we live by drill and laugh by drill	Z
may we not be ourselves then you and I	A2
I thought she would have nestled here by me	R
I cannot feign and let me stay with you	B2
I thought she would have shed about my life	W
the unalloyed sweet freshness of the fields	C2
pure from your cloying fashionable musks	C2
but she will do what other ladies do	B2
my sunburnt Madge I saw with skirts pinned up	D2
carrying her father's dinner where he sat	E2
to take his noon day rest beneath the hedge	F2
and followed slowly for her clear loud song	G2
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And she did then she says as others did	H2
who were her like 'Tis logical enough	I2
as every woman lives tush as we all	J2
following such granted patterns for our souls	C2
as for our hats and coats she lived by rules	C2
how to be as her neighbours though I trained	K2
to my own different code discerned it not	L2
mistaking other laws for lawlessness	C2
like raw and hasty travellers and now	M2
why should she in a new world all unapt	L2
to judge its judgments take so much on her	N2
she did not in her old world pick and choose	C2
her pleasures and her tastes her aims her faiths	C2
breaking her smooth path with the thorny points	C2
of upstart questions She is just a bird	L2
born in a wicker cage and brought away	P
into a gilded one she does not pine	O2
to make her nest in uncontrolled far woods	C2
but unconceiving freedom chirrups on	P2
content to see her prison bars so bright	L2
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Yes best for her and if not best for me	R
I've my fault in it too she's logical	Q2
but what am I who having chosen her	N2
for being all unlike the tutored type	R2
next try and mould her to it chose indeed	L2
my violet for being not a rose	C2
then bade it hold itself as roses do	L2
that passers by may note no difference	C2
The peasant ways must go the homely burr	N2
the quaint strong English ancient classic turns	C2
mixed up with rustic blunders and misuse	C2
old grammar shot with daring grammarlessness	C2
the village belle's quick pertness toss of head	L2
and shriek of saucy laughter graces there	S2
and which a certain reckless gracefulness	C2
half hoydenish half fawnlike made in her	N2
graces in even my eyes there the ease	C2
of quick companionship the unsoftened no's	C2
the ready quarrels ready makings up	D2
all these must go I would not have her mocked	L2
among the other women who have learned	L2
sweet level speech and quiet courtesies	C2
and then they jarred upon me like the noise	C2
of music out of rule which heard at first	L2
took the fresh ear with novel melody	R
but makes you restless listened to too long	G2
with missing looked for rhythms So I teach	T2
or let her learn the way to speak to look	U2
to walk to sit to dance to sing to laugh	V2
and then the prized dissimilarity	R
was outer husk and not essential core	W2
my wife is just the wife my any friend	L2
selects among my any friend's good girls	C2
a duplicate except that here and there	S2
the rendering's faulty or touched in too strong	G2
my little rugged bit of gold I mined	L2
cleared from its quartz and dross and pieced for use	C2
with recognized alloy is minted down	X2
one of a million stamped and current coins	C2
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My poor dear Madge it half seems treasonous	C2
to let regret touch any thought of you	L2
loyal and loving to me as you are	Y2
and you are very very dear to me	R
I could not spare you would not change your love	Z2
to have the rich ideal of my hope	A3
in any other woman as you are	Y2
I love you being you And for the rest	L2
if I my theory's too eager fool	B3
mistook the freedom of blunt ignorance	C2
for one with freedom of the instructed will	Z
and took yours for a nature made to keep	C3
its hardiness in culture gaining strength	D3
to be itself more fully if I looked	L2
for some rare perfectness of natural gifts	C2
developing not changed pruned and not dwarfed	L2
if I believed you would be that to me	R
so many men have sung by women's names	C2
and known no woman for where is your fault	L2
who did but give yourself as you were then	E3
and with so true a giving Violet	L2
whose is the blame if rooted from your place	C2
where you grew truly to your natural law	F3
set by my hand in artificial soil	G3
bound to unwonted props whose blame if you	L2
are not quite violet and not quite rose	C2
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She's happy though I think she does not bear	S2
the pain of my mistake and shall not bear	S2
and she'll not ever guess of a mistake	H3
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Mistake 'tis a hard word Well let it pass	C2
it shall not wrong her for was it in her	N2
or in myself I was mistaken most	L2
What I who have been bold to hurl revolt	L2
at great Queen Bugaboo Society	R
did I not teach her suit and service first	L2
wincing when she infringed some useless law	F3
do I not wince to day beside the fire	N2
at every word or gesture she shall use	C2
not scheduled in the warrant what to do	L2
do I not bid her have the table thus	C2
assort such viands use such furniture	N2
wear such a stuff at morning such at night	L2
all to the warrant of Queen Bugaboo	L2
and feel a something missing when she fails	C2
a discord setting all my teeth on edge	F2
Why what a score of small observances	C2
mere fashionable tricks are to my life	W
the butter on the bread without which salve	I3
the bit's too coarse to swallow what a score	W2
of other small observances and tricks	C2
worn out of fashion or not yet come in	J3
reek worse than garlic to my pampered taste	L2
making the wholesomest food too difficult	L2
And that which in an ancient yesterday	P
was but some great man's humour is to me	R
duty by rote to day I had not felt	L2
my own life that punctilious copy book	U2
writ to stock patterns set to all a school	B3
I have called usual lives but my poor Madge	K3
has unawares informed me of myself	L3
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We can no other 'tis as natural	Q2
to men to take this artificial kind	L2
as to the flowers which grown in neighbour ranks	C2
taste the same winds and feed on the same soil	G3
to take inoculation by the bees	C2
of one another's dyes and be alike	M3
in new unlikeness to their primal types	C2
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Our gift is imitation and to share	S2
the subtle current of all sympathies	C2
we breathe each other's thoughts as in a crowd	L2
we breathe each other's breaths unconsciously	R
and if there could be a mere human man	N3
to singly be creator make the thing	O3
which none has hoped for near him say the things	C2
which none has thought beside him were there one	P3
to be the god we claim in our rash word	L2
original needs were he such a one	P3
as we call savage one apart in woods	C2
and friendless deserts planning by himself	L3
some first instinctive art or questioning	O3
blank ignorance and wonder into thoughts	C2
And as for us the men who live in days	C2
when what the West has whispered finds the East	L2
across an ocean in a breath of time	K

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