Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Burdened

 “Genius, a man’s weapon, a woman’s burden.”-Lamartine.

Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life
   Than to be burdened so that you can not
   Sit down contented with the common lot
Of happy mother and devoted wife.

To feel your brain wild and your bosom rife
   With all the sea’s commotion; to be fraught
   With fires and frenzies which you have not sought,
And weighed down with the wild world’s weary strife;

To feel a fever always in your breast;
   To lean and hear, half in affright, half shame,
   A loud-voiced public boldly mouth your name;
To reap your hard-sown harvest in unrest,
   And know, however great your meed of fame,
You are but a weak woman at the best.

1. The Empty Bowl
2. They Shall Not Win
3. St. Dunstan's
4. Assistance
5. The Birth of the Opal

Lucy Larcom Burdened ("No burden ever had I")

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