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.
(4)
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
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