At tea

The kettle descants in a cosy drone,

And they young wife looks in her husband's face,

And then at her guest's, and shows in her own

Her sense that she fills an envied place;

And the visiting lady is all abloom,

And says there was never so sweet a room.

And the happy young housewife does not know

That the woman beside her was first his choice,

Till the fates ordained it could not be so....

Betraying nothing in look or voice

The guests sits smiling and sips her tea,

And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.