Nor yet too near, midway 'twixt near and far,
Rome and Arezzo,—Civita we choose,
Where he may lounge away time, live at large,
Find out the proper function of a priest,
Nowise an exile,—that were punishment,—
But one our love thus keeps out of harm's way
Not more from the husband's anger than, mayhap,
His own ... say, indiscretion, waywardness,
And wanderings when Easter eves grow warm.
For the wife,—well, our best step to take with her,