Edna St. Vincent Millay,
The Harp-Weaver — Gazing upon him now
(1923)
“ She was as one that enters, sly, and proud, To where her husband speaks before a crowd, And sees a man she never saw before— The man who eats his victuals at her side, Small, and absurd, and hers: for once, not hers, unclassified. ”
