At Tea
The kettle descants in a cozy drone,And the young wife looks in her husband’s face,And then at her guest’s, and shows in her ownHer sense that she fills an envied place;And the visiting lady is all abloom,And says there was never so sweet a room.
And the happy young housewife does not knowThat the woman beside her was first his choice,Till the fates ordained it could not be so . . .Betraying nothing in look or voiceThe guest sits smiling and sips her tea,And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.
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