A discussion with friends yesterday, regarding our roles as women, reminded me of this poem...

Nightfall

I need so much the quiet of your love

After the day's loud strife;

I need your calm all other things above

After the stress of life.

I crave the haven that in your dear heart lies,

After the toil is done,

I need the star of your heavenly eyes.

After the day's great sun.

Charles Hanson Towne