She rose to His Requirement - dropt
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, wear away,
It lay unmentioned - as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself - be known
The Fathoms they abide -
Emily Dickinson
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