Wilt thou dare to blame the woman for her seeming sudden changes,
 Swaying east and swaying westward, as the breezes shake the tree?
Fool! thy selfish thought misguides thee—find the man that never ranges;
 Woman wavers but to seek him—Is not then the fault in thee?

Wilt thou dare to blame the woman for her seeming sudden changes,
 Swaying east and swaying westward, as the breezes shake the tree?
Fool! thy selfish thought misguides thee—find the man that never ranges;
 Woman wavers but to seek him—Is not then the fault in thee?