Anne Elizabeth Wilson

SHE is so gay—

Such easy sweetness falls away

From her! Her words are simple as a little wind

That sings all day.

Such lazy kindliness she spreads about,

As thoughtless as her hands that twine

And turn their pink palms in and out.

Such loving weariness has she

Of giving sweetness forth unthinkingly,

That she is almost sad—still smiling sad,

Tired with her all-unknowing ministry.