
A young woman inherits a fortune from her great-aunt and must navigate the complexities of her new wealth while dealing with her own sense of identity and purpose.
By Helen Hay Whitney · First published 1924 · Genre: Poetry, Drama, Romance · 139 words
Ah, Heaven! How soon my body will be old! I powder and I perfume and I tire With the long wasting of my one desire. I choose fair colors, furs, and antique gold To draw men's eyes and hands, and yet how cold, How careless are their eyes. I see the fire Flame from my neighbor, and I can aspire To only friendship. I have tried the bold, The luring attitude, the timid mien, The boyish, wise, or simple, all in vain. I know the women laugh at me, but oh, How can I let my dreamed perfection go? I am a woman, I must have a man Only to ratify my nature's plan.
The Old Maid is listed on Textopian as a short story by Helen Hay Whitney, dated 1924 CE.
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