  “O COME and be my mate!” said the Eagle to the Hen; “I love to soar, but then I want my mate to rest Forever in the nest!” Said the Hen, “I cannot fly, I have no wish to try, But I joy to see my mate careering through the sky!” They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!” And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone. “O come and be my mate!” said the Lion to the Sheep; “My love for you is deep! I slay—a Lion should, But you are mild and good!” Said the Sheep, “I do no ill— Could not, had I the will; But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill.” They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!” And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone. “O come and be my mate!” said the Salmon to the Clam; “You are not wise, but I am. I know sea and stream as well; Said the Clam, “I’m slow of motion, But my love is all devotion, And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean!” They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!” And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone. Charlotte Perkins (Stetson) Gilman. |
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