Rudyard Kipling Women Poems

You call yourself a man,
For all you used to swear,
An' leave me, as you can,
My certain shame to bear?
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What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre.
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
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How shall she know the worship we would do her?
The walls are high, and she is very far.
How shall the woman's message reach unto her
Above the tumult of the packed bazaar?
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