Rearrange a “Wife’s” affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!
Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness —
Blush, my unacknowledged clay —
Seven years of troth have taught thee
More than Wifehood every may!
Love that never leaped its socket —
Trust entrenched in narrow pain —
Constancy thro’ fire — awarded —
Anguish — bare of anodyne!
Burden — borne so far triumphant —
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the “Thorns” till Sunset —
Then — my Diadem put on.
Big my Secret but it’s bandaged —
It will never get away
Till the Day its Weary Keeper
Leads it through the Grave to thee.
