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 POEMS. 97

XXII. WEDDED.

A SOLEMN thing it was, I said,

A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery.

A timid thing to drop a life

Into the purple well, Too plummetless that it come back

Eternity until.

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