As the turf at your feet does its handful of daisies;
That way lies my honor--my pathway of pride.
But, mark you, if greener grass grows either side,
I shall know it; and keeping the body with you,
Shall walk in my spirit with feet on the dew.
We’re married! Oh, pray that our love do not fail!
I have wings fastened down, hidden under my veil!
They are subtle as light--you can never undo them;
And swift in their flight--you can never pursue them;
And spite of all clasping and spite of all bands,