Poem by Dorothy Parker

Penelope

In the pathway of the sun,
 In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
 He shall ride the silver seas,
   He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
   They will call him brave.

1. The New Love
2. Song of One of the Girls
3. Song of Perfect Propriety
4. Lullaby
5. Folk Tune

Edmund Stedman Penelope ("Not thus, Ulysses, with a tender word")

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