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 More poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. More poems by Edith Wharton: Ogrin the Hermit (1909) Mould and Vase (1901) Euryalus (1889) Patience (1880) A Failure (1880) Areopagus (1880) The Parting Day (1880) |
Wants
We women want so many things;by Edith Jones * ..... And first we call for happiness,— The careless boon the hour brings, The smile, the song, and the caress. And when the fancy fades, we cry, Nay, give us one on whom to spend Our heart's desire! When Love goes by With folded wings, we seek a friend. And then our children come, to prove Our hearts but slumbered, and can wake; And when they go, we're fain to love Some other woman's for their sake. But when both love and friendship fail, We cry for duty, work to do; Some end to gain beyond the pale Of self, some height to journey to. And then, before our task is done, With sudden weariness oppressed, We leave the shining goal unwon, And only ask for rest. * In 1885, at the age of twenty-three, Edith Jones married and took her husband's surname, becoming Edith Wharton.
Copyright © 2001 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; May 1880; Wants; Volume 45, No. 271; page 599. |
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