A Mood

Oh, to 1 -v i."u::c: ro "-' . . ■ e work, the play, Tl.c ts .:..,.n: day; 'fo cape from all i have done And all thut remuins to do: To escape- yes, even from you .My oiüy love, and be Alone and f ree. Conid I only stand Between gray moor and gray aky, Where the winds and the plovera cry. And no man is at hand, Anü f eel the free wind blow On my rain wet face, and know I am free- not yours, but my own- Free, and alone. For the soft flreliglit And the home of your heart, my dear, They hnrt, beiug ahvays here. I want to stand npright. And to cool my eyes in the air, And to see how my back can bear Burdens- to try, to know, To learn, to grow. I am only yon! I am yours, part of you, your wife! And I have no otñer life. I cannot think, cannot do; I cannot breathe, cannot see; There is "us," but there is not "me"- And worst, at your kiss I grow Contentad .sn.