Then number fourteen says:
"My friends have all told you the reason why they
Keep on in a lonesome, old-maidenly way,
Without any husband to lighten their loads,
Without any helper to smooth the rough roads;
I, too, am unmarried, but not for the causes
That they have all stated in rhythmical clauses:
My lover didn't die,
And he never went away;
My father didn't stand