I  night,

    And e!

    rite a Nations curse for me,

    And send it over tern Sea.

    I faltered, taking up the word:

    Not so, my lord!

    If curses must be, cher

    to send t my brother.

    For I am bound by gratitude,

    By love and blood,

    to brothe sea,

    retc kindly o me.

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    From ts of love a curse is driven,

    As ligops of heaven.

    Not so, I answered. Evermore

    My  is sore

    For my otle feet

    Of creet:

    For parked-up  gainsay

    t of way:

    For almsgiving t is

    Not open enougo kiss:

    For love of freedom wes

    Beyond traits:

    For patriot virtue starved to vice on

    Self-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:

    For an oligarc,

    And bribes .

    curse to another land assign,

    he sins of mine?

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    Because t strengto see and e

    A foul te.

    Not so, I answered once again.

    to curse, choose men.

    For I, a woman, have only known

    melts and tears run down.

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    Some women weep and curse, I say

    (And no one marvels), night and day.

    And t take t to-night,

    eep and e.

    A curse from ths of womanhood

    Is very salt, and bitter, and good.

    So te, and mourned indeed,

    all may read.

    And thus, as was enjoined on me,

    I send it over tern Sea.