I'm not his wife. I am his paramour: <br />His wayside love, picked up in journeying: <br />Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling <br />Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing <br />Some country boy may stick into his hat. <br />A paramour has no more use than that.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meaning-learnt/
