Let Helen smile too oft on Maurine’s beaux,
Or wear more stylish or becoming clothes,
Or sport a hat that has a longer feather—
And lo! the strain has broken ‘friendship’s tether.’
Maurine’s sweet smile becomes a frown or pout;
‘She’s just begun to find that Helen out.’
The breach grows wider—anger fills each heart;
They drift asunder, whom ‘but death could part.’
You shake your head? Oh, well, we’ll never know!
It is not likely Fate will test you so.
You’ll live, and love; and, meeting twice a year,
While life shall last, you’ll hold each other dear.
I pray it may be so; it were not best
To shake your faith in woman by the test.
Keep your belief, and nurse it while you can.
I’ve faith in woman’s friendship too—for man!
They’re true as steel, as mothers, friends, and wives:
And that’s enough to bless us all our lives.
That man’s a selfish fellow, and a bore,
Who is unsatisfied and asks for more.”
“But there is need of more!” I here broke in.
“I hold that woman guilty of a sin,
Who would not cling to, and defend another,
As nobly as she would stand by a brother.
Who would not suffer for a sister’s sake,
And, were there need to prove her friendship, make
‘Most any sacrifice, nor count the cost.
Who would not do this for a friend is lost
To every nobler principle.”
“Shame, shame!”
Cried Vivian, laughing, “for you now defame
The whole sweet sex; since there’s not one would do
The thing you name, nor would I want her to.
I love the sex. My mother was a woman—
I hope my wife will be, and wholly human.
And if she wants to make some sacrifice,
I’ll think her far more sensible and wise
To let her husband reap the benefit,
Instead of some old maid or senseless chit.
Selfish? Of course! I hold all love is so:
And I shall love my wife right well, I know.
Now there’s a point regarding selfish love,
You thirst to argue with me, and disprove.
But since these cosy hours will soon be gone,
Page:Maurine and Other Poems (1910).pdf/8
