Such a Pretty Maiden
Life's latitude leant over full,
The judgment perished too--
It was the limit of my dreams,
But just the least of you.
What ailed this pretty maiden?
For it puzzled me to know--
As the blushing birds set down to drink
And the shadows trembled so.
A maiden guised in motherhood,
Constrained as well, a wife--
Life's latitude leant over full
Though less for such a life.
Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the meadow-bee--
I would dally in the garden
Till I set the maiden free!
~M
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