Classic Poem

To be as charming in your husband's sight
As erst you were when he your lover came,
Go linger by the mirror's polished frame
And put all weariness to utter flight;
Come with a smile and let your eyes be bright,
Be gay, be sad, but never be the same;
And thus your lover you may always claim
Else lost mayhap by holding him too light.

An this be vanity—to add a rose
To glow upon your bosom, train your hair
So in his eyes you may be passing fair—
Why, let it stand; a woman better knows
That careless hands and sloven taste in dress
May mar the spell of her own loveliness.