Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
My Lady SurrendersAnna Wickham
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Was it with soft sighs,
And pretty feignings of a lover’s state?
Or was it solemn-wise,
With altar offerings and rapt vows?
Oh, no!—when Love himself was there
Most housewifely she bound her hair,
And was off across the fields to milk the cows.