My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me — and I smiled —
My Soul — that Morning — was My friend —
Her favor — is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time — or Men —
But Her Disdain — ’twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire —
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Iloved how she interpreted her soul as another person.