by: Robert Underwood Johnson
- SEE her
in the festal warmth to-night,
- Her rest all grace, her motion all delight.
- Endowed with all the womans arts that please,
- In her soft gown she seems a thing of ease
- Whom sorrow may not reach or evil blight.
- To-morrow she will toil from floor to floor
- To smile upon the unreplying poor,
- To stay the tears of widows, and to be
- Confessor to mens erring hearts. . . . Ah me!
- She knows not I am beggar at her door.
MORE POEMS BY ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON
"Ursula" is reprinted
from The Century, vol. 54, issue 4 (Aug 1897).