Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead

'Tis more pitiful Endeavor

Than did Loaded Sea

O'er the Curls attempt to caper

It had cast away —

Never Bride had such Assembling —

Never kinsmen kneeled

To salute so fair a Forehead —

Garland be indeed —

Fitter Feet — of Her before us —

Than whatever Brow

Art of Snow — or Trick of Lily

Possibly bestow

Of Her Father — Whoso ask Her —

He shall seek as high

As the Palm — that serve the Desert —

To obtain the Sky —

Distance — be Her only Motion —

If 'tis Nay — or Yes —

Acquiescence — or Demurral —

Whosoever guess —

He — must pass the Crystal Angle

That obscure Her face —

He — must have achieved in person

Equal Paradise —