Poem

The World—stands—solemner—to me

Emily Dickinson
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another's—name— A doubt—if it be fair—indeed— To wear that perfect—pearl— The Man—upon the Woman—binds— To clasp her soul—for all— A prayer, that it more angel—prove— A whiter Gift—within— To that munificence, that chose— So unadorned—a Queen— A Gratitude—that such be true— It had esteemed the Dream— Too beautiful—for Shape to prove— Or posture—to redeem!

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