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.
III. NATURE.
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.
III. NATURE.