| She was standing by her mirror | |
| Brushing out her curls and braids | |
| That evening had arranged the night before | |
| She noticed her pale cheeks | |
| As were seen through haggard eyes | |
| That suggested conversation in the morning | |
| I have reached and scraped and borrowed | |
| I have all but paid the price | |
| As was ordered and was needed for the balance | |
| Turning to her husband she so carefully said | |
| My dear what put that idea in your head? | |
| Voices cried in silence or crept stealthily away | |
| Left shimmering with rigid lips compressed | |
| To watch over him and prey | |
| Bring him up the Christian way | |
| And now what can I say that's less profane | |
| Maybe I was in his power | |
| I didn't mean to tell you this | |
| Though I don't intend to share them to their full | |
| Extent | |
| If it's sorry that we feel about it | |
| Then with feeling I do respect | |
| I am the most undisciplined of man | |
| We are thrown out of our bedclothes | |
| Instead of slumbering away | |
| And a smile spreads like a sunbeam through your face | |
| I am willing to bear my part | |
| I've been hasty I've been surprised | |
| And for this I'm only partially prepared |