To A Woman

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Title:     To A Woman
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

Take all of me, pour out my life as wine,
To dye your soul's sweet shallows. Violent sin
Blazed me a path, and I have walked therein,
Strong, unashamed. Your timorous hands need mine,
As the white stars their sky, your lips' pale line
Shall blush to roses where my lips have been.
I ask no more. I do not hope to win--
Only to add myself to your design.

Take all of me. I know your little lies,
Your light dishonor, gentle treacheries.
I know, I lie in torment at your feet,
Shadow to all your sun. Take me and go,
Use my adoring to your honor, sweet,
Strength for your weakness--it is better so.

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: To A Woman

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