Classic Poem

Husbands, they tell me, gold hath won
More than aught else beside:
Gold I have none; can I find one
To take me for his bride?
Yet who knows
How the wind blows —
Or who can say
I'll not find one to-day?

I can embroider, I can sew —
A husband I could aid;
I have no dowry to bestow —
Must I remain a maid?
Yet who knows
How the wind blows —
Or who can say
I'll not find one to-day?
A simple maid I've been too long —
A husband I would find;
But then to ask — no! — that were wrong;
So I must be resigned.
Yet who knows
How the wind blows —
Or who can say
I'll not find one to-day?