““And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here–a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley– A treason not to be borne. Let idiots Reel giddy in bedlam spring: She withdrew neatly. And round her house she set Such a barricade of barb and check Against mutinous weather As no mere insurgent man could hope to break With curse, fist, threat Or love, either.””
