310 "You think, because my life is rude "Itself its best excuse, it asks 315 When silken zone or homespun frock 320 325 330 "You think me deaf and blind: you bring Your winning graces hither As free as if from cradle-time We two had played together. "You tempt me with your laughing eyes, Your cheek of sundown's blushes, A motion as of waving grain, A music as of thrushes. "The plaything of your summer sport, The spells you weave around me You cannot at your will undo, Nor leave me as you found me. "You go as lightly as you came, Your life is well without me; "No mood is mine to seek a wife, 335 Who loves you loses in that love 340 345 350 "Nor frock nor tan can hide the man; How weak and fond a woman waits "I love you: on that love alone, The tree in May-day blooming?' "Alone the hangbird overhead, His hair-swung cradle straining, 355 Looked down to see love's miracle, The giving that is gaining. 360 "And so the farmer found a wife, There looks no happier home than hers On pleasant Bearcamp Water. "Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty. 365"Our homes are cheerier for her sake, 370 "Unspoken homilies of peace "And never tenderer hand than hers 375 Her garments to the sick man's ear 380 "And wher, in pleasant harvest moons, "In sugar-camps, when south and warm 385 "In summer, where some lilied pond Its virgin zone is bearing, 390 Or where the ruddy autumn fire "The coarseness of a ruder time Each rustic sport she graces. "Her presence lends its warmth and health To all who come before it. 395 If woman lost us Eden, such 400 405 410 As she alone restore it. "For larger life and wiser aims Through her his civic service shows No double consciousness divides "In party's doubtful ways he trusts At the loud polls, the thought of her "He owns her logic of the heart, "He sees with pride her richer thought, 415 And love thus deepened to respect 420 "And if she walks at ease in ways "Still clearer, for her keener sight 66 425 And higher, warmed with summer lights, Or winter-crowned and hoary, 430 The ridged horizon lifts for him "He has his own free, bookless lore, "The steady force of will whereby Her flexile grace seems sweeter; 435 The sturdy counterpoise which makes Her woman's life completer: 440 "A latent fire of soul which lacks And wit, that, like his native brooks, "How dwarfed against his manliness 445"How life behind its accidents Stands strong and self-sustaining, |