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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind! A man may find in no man A friendship of her kind, That covers all he has brought As with her flesh and bone, Nor quarrels with a thought Because it is not her own.

Though pedantry denies, It's plain the Bible means That Solomon grew wise While talking with his queens Yet never could, although They say he counted grass, Count all the praises due When Sheba was his lass, When she the iron wrought, or When from the smithy fire It shuddered in the water: Harshness of their desire That made them stretch and yawn, Pleasure that comes with sleep, Shudder that made them one.

What else he give or keep God grant me—(no, not here,