An Idol of Clay
What did she give for her wedding-ring?
All that a woman may!
What did the gifts to the giver bring?
Only an idol of clay.
All the sweet dreams of her girlhood years,
All that a heart could hold;
All of her hopes and all of her fears,
All of her smiles and all of her tears.
For one little circle of gold.
Told she the world of the bitter cheat?
Ah, no! With a smiling face
She clothed her idol from head to feet
With the garments of her grace.
And no one knew of the tears she wept;
Her griefs they were never guessed,
For hid in her heart of hearts she kept
Her thorns of woe. And so she slept
With her hands across her breast.