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 A woman was no lawyer's brief Compounded to persuade the sense Of things beyond experience No woman's body could fulfil, But Holy Writ that can distil The very peace it promises.

Once he had seen the Thing That Is In every movement of her head—

He yawned and shuffled off to bed.

The humid air precipitates In moisture on enamelled plates And orient to opaline The glass discolors. Crinkled green Of lettuces grows limp and fades. A rose bowl withering pervades