732 <br /> <br />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 ought 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/
