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Shall marriage never be the glory
That was wooed?--
But ever enervate and vex,
Obstruct, intrude,
And make more wistful and complex
The solitude,
Trying to tell the human story
To its brood?


No matter how the homes are humming
In a mood
Of ecstasy or sentiment
Or love renewed,
What eager two can circumvent
The mortal feud?--
Till both in one shall die--becoming