We talked as Girls do —
Fond, and late —
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave —
Of ours, none affair —
We handled Destinies, as cool —
As we — Disposers — be —
And God, a Quiet Party
To our Authority —
But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual — be —
When Girls to Women, softly raised
We — occupy — Degree —
We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.
I think its about how when friends grow up they lose contact, its very sad but very true. Thoughout childhood and young adulthood we count our friends among our dearest but with age many forget that passion and refuse it, it could also be the age that wouldn’t permit them this friendship, with womens choices back then being so few. Thats just how I am reading it right now though, I mean who knows she could be talking to anything it said “like girls do” could be a simile. But right now I am seeing it the other way perhaps for some morbid reason it appeals right now.
I think that this poem describes the life of how girls talk and even though it is a short poem read it or print it out.