Emily Dickinson

The World Stands Solemner To Me

poem 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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