Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!

Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness —

Blush, my unacknowledged clay —

Seven years of troth have taught thee

More than Wifehood every may!

Love that never leaped its socket —

Trust entrenched in narrow pain —

Constancy thro' fire — awarded —

Anguish — bare of anodyne!

Burden — borne so far triumphant —

None suspect me of the crown,

For I wear the "Thorns" till Sunset —

Then — my Diadem put on.

Big my Secret but it's bandaged —

It will never get away

Till the Day its Weary Keeper

Leads it through the Grave to thee.