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Her Praise
| She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. | | I have gone about the house, gone up and down | | As
a man does who has published a new book, | | Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown, | | And though I
have turned the talk by hook or crook | | Until her praise should be the uppermost theme, | | A woman spoke
of some new tale she had read, | | A man confusedly in a half dream | | As though some other name ran in
his head. | | She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. | | I will talk no more of books or the long
war | | But walk by the dry thorn until I have found | | Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there | | Manage
the talk until her name come round. | | If there be rags enough he will know her name | | And be well pleased
remembering it, for in the old days, | | Though she had young men’s praise and old men’s blame, | | Among
the poor both old and young gave her praise. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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