From the Antique

• It's a weary life, it is, she said:

  Doubly blank in a woman's lot
• I wish I wish I were a man:

  Or, better then any being, were not
• Not a body and not a soul:

  Not so much as a grain of dust
• Still the world would wag on the same,

  Still the seasons go and come
• None would miss me in all the world
• I should be nothing
• Would wake and weary and fall asleep.