Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems. VII. Bring Me Word How Tall She IsDora Greenwell (18211882)
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A garden sweet and dim,
Two happy children played
Together; he was made
For God, and she for him.
In deserts drear and dim
Two outcast children strayed
Together, he betrayed
By her, and she by him.
They wandered, ne’er apart;
Each wrought to each annoy,
Yet each knew never joy
Save in the other’s heart.
By him so sore opprest;
They each the other grieved,
Yet each of each was best
Beloved, and still caressed.
Found fairest, still his prize,
His constant chief delight;
She raised to him her eyes
That led her not aright,
A patient huntress ran
Through forests dark and wide,
And still the woman’s pride
And glory was the Man.
She kept him captive bound;
Forbidding her to rise,
By many cords and ties
She held him to the ground.
He stands erect and free;
Yet stands he not alone,
For his beloved would be
Like him she loveth wise, like him she loveth free.
Yet stand they not apart;
For as she doth aspire
He grows, nor stands she higher
Than her Beloved’s heart.