And rounds her every period with thy name.
As words are but th’ external marks to tell
The fair ideas in the mind that dwell,
And only are of things the outward sign,
And not the things themselves they but define,
So exclamations, tender tones, fond tears,
And all the graceful drapery feeling wears,—
These are her garb, not her; they but express
Her form, her semblance, her appropriate dress;