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POEMS. 97
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.
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