Poem in Your Pocket Day

She Walketh Veiled and Sleeping
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power;
She obeyeth but the pleading
Of her heart, and the high leading
Of her soul, unto this hour.
Slow advancing, halting, creeping,
Comes the Woman to the Hour!—
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power.

                                              Painting: Odilon Redon