“Why am I not myself these many days, <br />You ask? And have you nothing more to ask? <br />I do you wrong? I do not hear your praise <br />To God for giving you me to share your task? <br /> <br />“Jealous—of Her? Because her cheeks are pink, <br />And she has eyes? No, not if she had seven. <br />If you should only steal an hour to think, <br />Sometime, there might be less to be forgiven. <br /> <br />“No, you are never cruel. If once or twice <br />I found you so, I could applaud and sing. <br />Jealous of—What? You are not very wise. <br />Does not the good Book tell you anything? <br /> <br />“In David’s time poor Michal had to go. <br />Jealous of God? Well, if you like it so.”<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-evangelist-s-wife/
