The Truth Of Woman

Poem By Sir Walter Scott

Woman's faith, and woman's trust -
Write the characters in the dust;
Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent letter
Shall be clearer, firmer, better,
And more permanent, I ween,
Than the thing those letters mean.

I have strain'd the spider's thread
'Gainst the promise of a maid;
I have weigh'd a grain of sand
'Gainst her plight of heart and hand;
I told my true love of the token,
How her faith proved light, and her word was broken:
Again her word and truth she plight,
And I believed them again ere night.

Comments about The Truth Of Woman

Well, daggone it, it was one woman who did him wrong not the whole family of women. I thought better of Sir Walter than for him to generalize like that. Seeing the title and the name of the author I expected beautiful sweet words praising us up one side and down the other. I am betrayed. Actually I enjoyed this well-written poem anyway cuz I forgive the foolishnesses of men.
It doesn't paint a pretty picture of trust and honesty, does it? Of either in the relationship. But it certainly has a ring of truth. I really admire the poetry of this style and era.
its a really good poem
A great thoughtful poem on women.
Write the characters in the dust. Thanks for sharing.


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