IN Imogen all pearls of wifehood shine,|
Conjugal truth and immolation lend
A life-it halo to the spousal shrine
While Nature's gems in nuptial beams combine
Where jewels of connubial lustre blend.
Clasped to this shrine, her wronged heart bides alone -
Each radial impulse cleft by Love's recision -
Conjures an aureole phasma all her own,
A soul's perfusion as a nimbus thrown
On her the centred angel of the vision.