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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Woman`s Love
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So vast the tide of Love within me surging, 
   It overflows like some stupendous sea, 
   The confines of the Present and To-be; 
And `gainst the Past`s high wall I feel it urging, 
As it would cry "Thou too shalt yield to me!"

All other loves my supreme love embodies; 
   I would be she on whose soft bosom nursed 
   Thy clinging infant lips to quench their thirst; 
She who trod close to hidden worlds where God is, 
That she might have, and hold, and see thee first.

I would be she who stirred the vague fond fancies, 
   Of thy still childish heart; who through bright days 
   Went sporting with thee in the old-time plays, 
And caught the sunlight of thy boyish glances 
In half-forgotten and long-buried Mays.

Forth to the end, and back to the beginning, 
   My love would send its inundating tide, 
   Wherein all landmarks of thy past should hide. 
If thy life`s lesson must be learned through sinning, 
   My grieving virtue would become thy guide.

For I would share the burden of thy errors, 
   So when the sun of our brief life had set, 
   If thou didst walk in darkness and regret, 
E`en in that shadowy world of nameless terrors, 
My soul and thine should be companions yet.

And I would cross with thee those troubled oceans 
   Of dark remorse whose waters are despair: 
   All things my jealous reckless love would dare, 
So that thou mightst not recollect emotions 
In which it did not have a part and share.

There is no limit to my love`s full measure, 
   Its spirit gold is shaped by earth`s alloy; 
   I would be friend and mother, mate and toy, 
I`d have thee look to me for every pleasure, 
And in me find all memories of joy.

Yet though I love thee in such selfish fashion, 
   I would wait on thee, sitting at thy feet, 
   And serving thee, if thou didst deem it meet. 
And couldst thou give me one fond hour of passion, 
I`d take that hour and call my life complete.
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