THE REJECTED MEMBER'S WIFE

We shall see her no more

On the balcony,

Smiling, while hurt, at the roar

As of surging sea

From the stormy sturdy band

Who have doomed her lord's cause,

Though she waves her little hand

As it were applause.

Here will be candidates yet,

And candidates’ wives,

Fervid with zeal to set

Their ideals on our lives:

Here will come market-men

On the market-days,

Here will clash now and then

More such party assays.

And the balcony will fill

When such times are renewed,

And the throng in the street will thrill

With to-day's mettled mood;

But she will no more stand

In the sunshine there,

With that wave of her white-gloved hand,

And that chestnut hair.