Love XVII. the Wife (732), par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Love XVII. the Wife (732)

Part Three: Love

XVII

SHE rose to his requirement, dropped

The playthings of her life

To take the honorable work

Of woman and of wife.

If aught she missed in her new day

Of amplitude, or awe,

Or first prospective, or the gold

In using wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea

Develops pearl and weed,

But only to himself is known

The fathoms they abide.

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