Nobody can be ready to go through

Clear to the time to come, no more to be

Gazed at, no more to choose. What will she do?

How terrified she is to have to see

That she was happy in the time before.

It was best to study, to be well, to marry,

It seems. But she was always sure of more—

Though not of what. Strange, to remain unwary

So long of what could happen to persuade her

That God, the very God who cannot change,

Imagined grass and china when he made her,

But kept it secret. It is far too strange.