Poems (Probyn)/Sonnet.—Dante's wife
SONNET.—DANTE'S WIFE.
My husband, will you grieve for Gemma dead? I think you count me as a faithful thing For rocking children, and for comforting—A little set aside as soon as wed.I know I have not followed where you led, And yet I think between the bars you sing That you will miss my woman's ministering,The house-things minded, and the children fed.And though your soul with noble dreams be rife, I think you'll not forget to step anigh,Whose greatness glorified my common life, And look on me when I in grave-clothes lie:I've been that blesséd thing, the poet's wife— Oh, master,—friend,—smile on me—and goodbye!