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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Commonplace Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ebbs and flows the restless river<br>In the city street<br>Where the great nerve centres quiver,<br>Where the pulses beat.<br>Where the human waves are driving<br>Drifts a woman’s face,<br>White and worn by ceaseless striving<br>With the commonplace. <br>Want has written strange inscriptions<br>On the brow and cheek;<br>Pain could weave some weird descriptions<br>If the lips would speak;<br>Toil has touched the lines of beauty<br>And, the curves of grace.<br>Comeliness is good, but duty<br>Rules the commonplace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thick-soled shoes and shabby bonnet,<br>Dingy cotton gloves,<br>Old turned dress with darns upon it<br>(Not what woman loves),<br>Gaunt umbrella, green with weather—<br>One must self efface<br>To keep home and bairns together<br>In the commonplace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late and early, never shirking<br>Tub and scrub and broom,<br>Late at night with needle working<br>In the dwelling-room;<br>Yet when week’s receipts are thinner<br>Grocers’ bills to face—<br>Tenpence means three children’s dinner<br>In the commonplace! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poets sing their wild Iambics—<br>Love and War and Gods—<br>Let us sing of humble women<br>Fighting fearful odds,<br>Not where steel and bullets rattle<br>And the squadrons race,<br>But the grim unending battle<br>With the commonplace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they shriek the creeds are dying!<br>Faith is of the air!<br>Wailfully their lyres are sighing<br>Sonnets of despair!<br>All the scheme of things evolving<br>Somehow out of Space!<br>Darken then, instead of solving,<br>This grim commonplace! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rogues may win success and glory,<br>Beauty pride of fame,<br>Statesmen make a nation’s story,<br>Poets deathless name.<br>But the patient woman Toiler<br>What is hers to win?<br>On the one hand—Want, the Spoiler,<br>On the other—Sin! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye who swear and strut and bluster,<br>So-called manly pride,<br>When you answer at the muster<br>On the other side,<br>Will the courage you have vaunted<br>Stand you in such grace<br>As weak hands that fought undaunted<br>With the commonplace? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noblest worth works ever humbly,<br>Oftest is unseen,<br>Half the world is toiling dumbly<br>In the gray routine.<br>Sing, O Poet of the Morrow!<br>Cheer the weary face<br>Where brave women moil and sorrow<br>In the commonplace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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In the city street
Where the great nerve centres quiver,
Where the pulses beat.
Where the human waves are driving
Drifts a woman’s face,
White and worn by ceaseless striving
With the commonplace. 
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