TO THE GOLDEN WIFE

By Richard Le Gallienne

With laughter always on the darkest day,

She danced before the very face of dread,

Starry companion of my mortal way,

Pre-destined merrily to be my mate,

With eyes as calm, she met the eyes of Fate:

“For this it was that you and I were wed —

What else?” she smiled and said.

Fair-weather wives are any man's to find,

The pretty sisters of the butterfly,

Gay when the sun is out, and skies are kind;

The daughters of the rainbow all may win —

Pity their lovers when the sun goes in!

Her smiles are brightest‘ neath the stormiest sky —

Thrice blest and all unworthy I!