Give onecrumb to the starving wretch,
And give oneObject to Woman's Heart.
"Claude, they tell me, should own my love;
Well, I have loved him nearly a week;
Looking at one man longer than that
Grows to be tiresome—so to speak.
"What if he calls me Angel wife;
Angels are not for the One to win;
Yet is my passionate love like theirs,—
Theirs is a love taking all men in.