The Clergyman s Wife
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?– This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames, the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries, the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence high judgments given here in haste, The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste? No more uncoloured than unmade, I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff, Confession does not strip it off, To send me homeward eased and...