Why

The man is free to come and free to go.

To earn his crust, and bed, and journey on.
And hush the restless cry that's in his blood,
But I must hear it plead till life is done.

He sleeps in forest leaves so fresh and brown,
He drinks from the cold spring that tastes of earth,

And looks in eyes of men with hearts akin —
But I must stay pot -bound in place of birth.


from Voices of Womanhood (London: Headley Brothers, 1914), © Ethel Carnie Holdsworth 1914, used by permission of the copyright holder Helen Brown.

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