The eyes of women, those star-tabernacles where
Love keeps his old and holy things, inspired
With beauty and the reverence that leads
Men to perfection.
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Until you walk a mile in another man's moccasins you can't imagine the smell.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Let you not say of me when I am old,
In pretty worship of my withered hands
Forgetting who I am, and how the sands
Of such a life as mine run red and gold