HER FATHER KNOWS.

A GIRL AND HER FATHER AND WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW.

Her father knows nothing
Of a woman’s heart its deep
Longings its fathoming fingers

Its plunging into depths of the
Heart’s knowledge and feel and
Sense its always wanting more

And more recompense for loss
Or loveless attitude or wanton
Ways of yesterdays but Father

Knows only the ways of men the
Labelling of things or matters his
Scientific bent his always dear

Borrowing of money or ideas
Or power or these in turn lent
But of her he knows nothing

Except she flowers pure and
Good as gold retains her worth
Not giving away cheaply her

Kingdom of Eve her crimson
Womb that she may know who
Within her narrow bed may sow.