Woman

WOMAN

The picture that this world presents
From woman gets its tints and scents'
She is the lyre that can impart
Pathos and warmth to human heart.

Her handful clay is superior far
To Pleiades that so higher are
For every man with knowledge vast,
Like gem out of her cask is cast.

Like Plato can. not hold discourse.
Nor can with thunderous voice declaim
But Plato was a spark that broke
From her fire that blazed like flame.