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Through female subtlety intense,
Or the good luck of innocence,
Or both, my Wife, with whom I plan
To pass calm evenings when I can,
After the chattering girls and boys
Are gone, or the less grateful noise
Is over, of grown tongues that chime
Untruly, once upon a time
Prevail`d with me to change my mind
Of reading out how Rosalind
In Arden jested, and to go
Where people whom I ought to know,
She said, would meet that night. And I,
Who inly murmur`d, ‘I will try
Some dish more sharply spiced than this
Milk-soup men call domestic bliss,’
Took, as she, laughing, bade me take,
Our eldest boy`s brown wide-awake
And straw box of cigars, and went
Where, like a careless parliament
Of gods olympic, six or eight
Authors and else, reputed great,
Were met in council jocular
On many things, pursuing far
Truth, only for the chase`s glow,
Quick as they caught her letting go,
Or, when at fault the view-halloo,
Playing about the missing clue.
And coarse jests came; ‘But gods are coarse,’
Thought I, yet not without remorse,
While memory of the gentle words,
Wife, Mother, Sister, flash`d like swords.
And so, after two hours of wit,
That burnt a hole where`er it hit,
I said I would not stay to sup,
Because my Wife was sitting up;
And walk`d home with a sense that I
Was no match for that company.
Smelling of smoke, which, always kind,
Amelia said she did not mind,
I sipp`d her tea, saw Baby scold
And finger at the muslin fold,
Through which he push`d his nose at last,
And choked and chuckled, feeding fast;
And, he asleep and sent upstairs,
She rang the servants in to prayers;
And after heard what men of fame
Had urged `gainst this and that. ‘For shame!’
She said, but argument show`d not.
‘If I had answer`d thus,’ I thought,
‘`Twould not have pass`d for very wise.
But I have not her voice and eyes!
Howe`er it be, I`m glad of home,
Yea, very glad at heart to come
And lay a happy head to rest
On her unreasonable breast.’
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