Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

:I should be happy with my lot A wife and mother – is it not ?Enough for me to be content ?What other blessing could be sent

;Much have I spoken of the faded leaf ,Long have I listened to the wailing wind ,And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds

, Now like the Lady of Shalott ,I dwell within an empty room  And through the day and through the night  .I sit before an ancient loom