Must only play the game that pays.

Second Woman

Oh woman—woman—woman,—

To-morrow woman shall awake.

She shall arise, and realise

The goodly value of her stake.

And she shall lend her loan, and claim

Her rightful interest on the same.

So woman—woman—woman—

Shall learn at last the paying game.

THE WOMAN ALONE

My eyes are girt with outer mists;

My ears sing shrill, and this I bless;

My finger-nails do bite my fists

In ecstasy of loneliness.

This I intend, and this I want,

That—passing—you may only mark

A dumb soul with its confidant

Entombed together in the dark.

The hoarse church-bells of London ring;

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