'The maiden free, the maiden wed. <br />Can never, never be the same, <br />A new life springs from out the dead. <br />And with the speaking of a name- <br />A breath upon the marriage bed, <br />She finds herself a something new. <br /> <br /> <br />'Where lay the shallows of the maid <br />No plummet line the wife can sound; <br />Where round the sunny islands played <br />The pulses of the great profound <br />Lies low the treacherous everglade. <br /> <br /> <br />'A wife is like an unknown sea, <br />Least known to him who thinks he knows <br />Where all the shores of Promise be, <br />And where the islands of Repose- <br />And where the rocks that he must flee.'<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-woman-s-history/
