Discontent [poem by Marie E. J. Pitt]

[Editor: This poem by Marie E. J. Pitt was published in The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911).]

Discontent.

Of Beauty one shall sing,
Another Love shall praise,
As Faith or Fancy wing,
Or Fashion-flight essays.
Among life’s drabs and greys
I strike the lyre she lent,
My dame of wilful ways —
My Lady Discontent.

Where Wagedom’s lashes sting,
And Debt’s grim dolors craze,
And Custom’s usurers wring
The red gold from the days,
Their rapine creed to raze,
To baffle “Cent. per Cent.,”
A psychic sword she sways —
My Lady Discontent.

Where rites fallacious cling,
And Anti-Christ betrays,
She is the secret spring
That from the dark doth raise
Or ghosts of Pere la Chaise,
Or Veil o’ the Temple rent,
A saviour, still she slays —
My Lady Discontent.

Yea, Bards, with lights that daze
Poor souls in bondage pent
She sets the world ablaze —
My Lady Discontent.

Source:
Marie E. J. Pitt, The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses, Melbourne: Specialty Press, 1911, pages 31-32