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Since I was wed—to Him—A modesty befits the soulThat bears another’s—name—A doubt—if it be fair—indeed—To wear that perfect—pearl—The Man—upon the Woman—binds—To clasp her soul—for all—A prayer, that it more angel—prove—A whiter Gift—within—To that munificence, that chose—So unadorned—a Queen—A Gratitude—that such be true—It had esteemed the Dream—Too beautiful—for Shape to prove—Or posture—to redeem!

When first a sombre Girl—I read that Foreign Lady—The Dark—felt beautiful—And whether it was noon at night—Or only Heaven—at Noon—For very Lunacy of LightI had not power to tell—The Bees—became as Butterflies—The Butterflies—as Swans—Approached—and spurned the narrow Grass—And just the meanest TunesThat Nature murmured to herselfTo keep herself in Cheer—I took for Giants—practisingTitanic Opera—The Days—to…

And dancing softly to HimselfHis Yarn of Pearl–unwinds–He plies from Nought to Nought–In unsubstantial Trade–Supplants our Tapestries with His–In half the period–An Hour to rear supremeHis Continents of Light–Then dangle from the Housewife’s Broom–His Boundaries–forgot–

That fine ProsperityWhose Sources are interior—As soon—AdversityA Diamond—overtakeIn far—Bolivian Ground—Misfortune hath no implementCould mar it—if it found—

Without DesignOr Order, or Apparent Action—Maintain—The Sun—upon a Morning meets them—The Wind—No nearer Neighbor—have they—But God—The Acre gives them—Place—They—Him—Attention of Passer by—Of Shadow, or of Squirrel, haply—Or Boy—What Deed is Theirs unto the General Nature—What PlanThey severally—retard—or further—Unknown—

And one, a hedge away.There’s only one recorded,But both belong to me.One came the road that I came—And wore my last year’s gown—The other, as a bird her nest,Builded our hearts among.She did not sing as we did—It was a different tune—Herself to her a musicAs Bumble bee of June.Today is far from Childhood—But up…