We're but the Shadows of these Women Suns, We creep behind, and still they lead the way; We're but the Tides, and Women are our Moons, We come and go, and quietly obey. We worship them to-day and call them saints, We follow them from love, and praise their beauty; To-morrow comes and, following them from fear, We limp behind to do a husband's duty. They lead the way, and men must follow still, We're but their slaves, be it from love or fear; And when they fail to coax or scold with words, We'll find our certain Master in a Tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER THE NEW HUDIBRAS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |