In the pathway of the sun, <br /> In the footsteps of the breeze, <br />Where the world and sky are one, <br /> He shall ride the silver seas, <br /> He shall cut the glittering wave. <br />I shall sit at home, and rock; <br />Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; <br />Brew my tea, and snip my thread; <br />Bleach the linen for my bed. <br /> They will call him brave.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/penelope/
