Women

Women are our subconscious selves,
Materialisations from our souls'
Regions where fairy queens and elves
Disport beyond Reason's controls.
Remember, if you call them fools
Who go, like dreams, by contraries,
That Spirits may scoff at earthly rules:
That you were born of one of these.
What else explains their vagaries
Unless this theory be truth,
That women are the Dryades
Of the lost orchards of our youth?
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