The Husband (musing)

She has not meant to wound me, nor to vex—
Zounds! but ’tis difficult to please the sex.
I’ve housed and gowned her like a very queen
Yet there she goes, with discontented mien.
I gave her diamonds only yesterday:
Some women are like that, do what you may.

False!  Good God, I am dreaming!
   No, no, it never can be—
You who are so true in seeming,
   You, false to your vows and me?
My wife and my fair boy’s mother
   The star of my life—my queen—
To yield herself to another
   Like some light Magdalene!

Proofs! what are proofs—I defy them!
   They never can shake my trust;
If you look in my face and deny them
   I will trample them into the dust.
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