Elizabeth Stoddard

1823-1902

 

Nameless Pain

by Elizabeth Stoddard

I Should be happy with my lot:
A wife and mother -- is it not
Enough for me to be content?
What other blessing could be sent?

A quiet house, and homely ways,
That make each day like other days;
I only see Time's shadow now
Darken the hair on baby's brow!

No world's work ever comes to me,
No beggar brings his misery;
I have no power, no healing art
With bruisèd soul or broken heart.

I read the poets of the age,
'T is lotus-eating in a cage;
I study Art, but Art is dead
To one who clamors to be fed

With milk from Nature's rugged breast,
Who longs for Labor's lusty rest.
O foolish wish! I still should pine
If any other lot were mine.

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1895
Houghton, Mifflin And Company, Boston And New York
 
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