Oh, Little Bride, do brush aside those tears that fall so clammily. The woe you bear you do not bear alone. I will aver that they occur in every new-wed family. There isn't an exception that is known. So weep no more; cease to deplore your husband's infidelity And give your eyes a cheerful little rub; Your home may house a loving spouse but—hear me as I tell it—he Will want, at times, to leave you for his club. The time arrives in married lives however madly amorous When husbands turn to worldly things again. When though the thrill of bliss is still a passion glad and glamorous, They read the news at breakfast now and then. So, Little Bride, do not decide his love has grown precarious, Within his universe you're still the hub, But, being male, he cannot fail to have a soul gregarious And now and then he'll leave you for his club. Seek not to bind his soul and mind with love too sweetly saccharine, For such affection, soon or later, cloys; He wants to share at times the air with scent of "strong terbacker" in And play a game of Kelly with the boys. So let him go, and calm your woe, and figure reassuringly He needs a change, the unromantic dub. The fact is this—that married bliss continues more enduringly If now and then he leaves you for his club! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIRTEEN AT TABLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |