She Does Not Brave the War

She does not know the fruit of her labor She does not rest ‘til late each evening She does not know her beauty grows with age She does not brave the war, but she saves the day She does not hear words to flatter She does not take much ease or pleasure She does not wait to love She does not bend or break or run away She does not brave the war, but she saves the day She does not build the fortresses or touch the farthest moon She does not climb the ladder, nor hold the silver spoon She does not make the history lists, nor do monuments portray She does not brave the war, but she saves the day