She rose to His Requirement - dropt <br />The playthings of her Life <br />To take the honorable Work <br />Of Woman, and of Wife - <br /> <br />If aught She missed in Her new Day, <br />Of Amplitude or Awe - <br />Or first Prospective - Or the Gold <br />In using, wear away, <br /> <br />It lay unmentioned - as the Sea <br />Develop Pearl, and Weed, <br />But only to Himself - be known <br />The Fathoms they abide -<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-rose-to-his-requirement-dropt/
