'Blame not thyself too much,' I said, 'nor blame\n\nToo much the sons of men and barbarous laws;\n\nThese were the rough ways of the world till now.\n\nHenceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know\n\nThe woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink\n\nTogether, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free:\n\nFor she that out of Lethe scales with man\n\nThe shining steps of Nature, shares with man\n\nHis nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,\n\nStays all the fair young planet in her hands\u2014\n\nIf she be small, slight-natured, miserable,\n\nHow shall men grow? but work no more alone!\n\nOur place is much: as far as in us lies\n\nWe two will serve them both in aiding her\u2014\n\nWill clear away the parasitic forms\n\nThat seem to keep her up but drag her down\u2014\n\nWill leave her space to burgeon out of all\n\nWithin her\u2014let her make herself her own\n\nTo give or keep, to live and learn and be\n\nAll that not harms distinctive womanhood.\n\nFor woman is not undevelopt man,\n\nBut diverse: could we make her as the man,\n\nSweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this,\n\nNot like to like, but like in difference.\n\nYet in the long years liker must they grow;\n\nThe man be more of woman, she of man;\n\nHe gain in sweetness and in moral height,\n\nNor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;\n\nShe mental breadth, nor fail in childward care,\n\nNor lose the childlike in the larger mind;\n\nTill at the last she set herself to man,\n\nLike perfect music unto noble words;\n\nAnd so these twain, upon the skirts of Time,\n\nSit side by side, full-summed in all their powers,\n\nDispensing harvest, sowing the To-be,\n\nSelf-reverent each and reverencing each,\n\nDistinct in individualities,\n\nBut like each other even as those who love.\n\nThen comes the statelier Eden back to men:\n\nThen reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm:\n\nThen springs the crowning race of humankind.\n\nMay these things be!'\n\nSighing she spoke 'I fear\n\nThey will not.'\n\n'Dear, but let us type them now\n\nIn our own lives, and this proud watchword rest\n\nOf equal; seeing either sex alone\n\nIs half itself, and in true marriage lies\n\nNor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils\n\nDefect in each, and always thought in thought,\n\nPurpose in purpose, will in will, they grow,\n\nThe single pure and perfect animal,\n\nThe two-celled heart beating, with one full stroke,\n\nLife.'\n\nAnd again sighing she spoke: 'A dream\n\nThat once was mind! what woman taught you this?'\n\n\u20141847\n\n\u00a0<\/p>","rendered":"
‘Blame not thyself too much,’ I said, ‘nor blame<\/p>\n
Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws;<\/p>\n
These were the rough ways of the world till now.<\/p>\n
Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know<\/p>\n
The woman’s cause is man’s: they rise or sink<\/p>\n
Together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free:<\/p>\n
For she that out of Lethe scales with man<\/p>\n
The shining steps of Nature, shares with man<\/p>\n
His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,<\/p>\n
Stays all the fair young planet in her hands\u2014<\/p>\n
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable,<\/p>\n
How shall men grow? but work no more alone!<\/p>\n
Our place is much: as far as in us lies<\/p>\n
We two will serve them both in aiding her\u2014<\/p>\n
Will clear away the parasitic forms<\/p>\n
That seem to keep her up but drag her down\u2014<\/p>\n
Will leave her space to burgeon out of all<\/p>\n
Within her\u2014let her make herself her own<\/p>\n
To give or keep, to live and learn and be<\/p>\n
All that not harms distinctive womanhood.<\/p>\n
For woman is not undevelopt man,<\/p>\n
But diverse: could we make her as the man,<\/p>\n
Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this,<\/p>\n
Not like to like, but like in difference.<\/p>\n
Yet in the long years liker must they grow;<\/p>\n
The man be more of woman, she of man;<\/p>\n
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,<\/p>\n
Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;<\/p>\n
She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care,<\/p>\n
Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind;<\/p>\n
Till at the last she set herself to man,<\/p>\n
Like perfect music unto noble words;<\/p>\n
And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time,<\/p>\n
Sit side by side, full-summed in all their powers,<\/p>\n
Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be,<\/p>\n
Self-reverent each and reverencing each,<\/p>\n
Distinct in individualities,<\/p>\n
But like each other even as those who love.<\/p>\n
Then comes the statelier Eden back to men:<\/p>\n
Then reign the world’s great bridals, chaste and calm:<\/p>\n
Then springs the crowning race of humankind.<\/p>\n
May these things be!’<\/p>\n
Sighing she spoke ‘I fear<\/p>\n
They will not.’<\/p>\n
‘Dear, but let us type them now<\/p>\n
In our own lives, and this proud watchword rest<\/p>\n
Of equal; seeing either sex alone<\/p>\n
Is half itself, and in true marriage lies<\/p>\n
Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils<\/p>\n
Defect in each, and always thought in thought,<\/p>\n
Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow,<\/p>\n
The single pure and perfect animal,<\/p>\n
The two-celled heart beating, with one full stroke,<\/p>\n
Life.’<\/p>\n
And again sighing she spoke: ‘A dream<\/p>\n
That once was mind! what woman taught you this?’<\/p>\n
\u20141847<\/p>\n
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