Thus wails and rails a many a blind
And foolish heart, too long confined
Where light and love have never shined.
E’en sweetest Shakespeare’s pen, embrined
With biting bitterness of mind,
“As false as woman’s love,” has whined.
—Unkind the cut, the heart unkind.
“False womankind, false womankind!”—
I hurl the lie back from my mind
To those who thus a wreath have twined