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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

My Lady Surrenders

Anna Wickham

HOW did She abdicate?

Was it with soft sighs,

And pretty feignings of a lover’s state?

Or was it solemn-wise,

With altar offerings and rapt vows?

Oh, no!—when Love himself was there

Most housewifely she bound her hair,

And was off across the fields to milk the cows.