Fitter to see Him, I may be
For the long Hindrance –
———Grace – to Me –
With Summers, and with Winters, grow,
Some passing Year – a trait bestow
To make Me fairest of the Earth –
The Waiting – then – will seem so worth
I shall impute with half a pain
The blame that I was chosen – then –
Time to anticipate His Gaze –
It’s first – Delight – and then – Surprise –
The turning o’er and o’er my face
For Evidence it be the Grace –
He left behind One Day – So less
He seek Conviction,
———That – be This –
I only must not grow so new
That He’ll mistake – and ask for me
Of me – when first
———unto the Door
I go – to Elsewhere go no more –
I only must not change so fair
He’ll sigh – “The Other – She – is Where”?
The Love, tho’, will array me right
I shall be perfect – in His sight –
If He perceive the other Truth –
Opon an Excellenter Youth –
How sweet I shall not lack in Vain –
But gain – thro’ loss –
———Through Grief – obtain –
The Beauty that reward Him most –
The Beauty of Demand –
———at Rest –
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