Rearrange a ‘Wife’s’ affection!

The palate of the hate departs;If any would avenge,Let him be quick, the viand flits,It is a faded meat.Anger as soon as fed is dead;‘T is starving makes it fat.

Therein thyself shalt findThe ‘Undiscovered Continent’—No Settler had the Mind.

Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see—And as oft a crannyWhere it used to be—And the Earth— they tell me—On its Axis turned!Wonderful Rotation!By but twelve performed!

Every time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings—Blame the little HandHappy it be for You—a Beggar’s—Seeking More—to spend—Just to be Rich—to waste my GuineasOn so Best a Heart—Just to be Poor—for Barefoot VisionYou—Sweet—Shut me out—

No Message, but a Sigh—For Whom, the Time did not sufficeThat She should specify.She was not warm, though Summer shoneNor scrupulous of coldThough Rime by Rime, the steady FrostUpon Her Bosom piled—Of shrinking ways—she did not frightThough all the Village looked—But held Her gravity aloft—And met the gaze—direct—And when adjusted like a SeedIn careful fitted…

For news that they be saved—The nearer they departed UsThe nearer they, restored,Shall stand to Our Right Hand—Most precious and the Dead—Next preciousThose that rose to go—Then thought of Us, and stayed.