Alas! we women are the fools of you:
You mould us and you mar us - we are yours,
And ever have been since the birth of love,
Flowers cherished for a while, soon to be cast
As weeds away; and yet as weeds in the mire
Our fading hues breathe to the last of you.
Women.
Robert Crawford
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