Fitter to see Him, I may be

Fitter to see Him, I may be
For the long Hindrance Grace to Me
With Summers, and with Winters, grow,
Some passing Year A trait bestow

To make Me fairest of the Earth
The Waiting then will seem so worth
I shall impute with half a pain
The blame that I was chosen then

Time to anticipate His Gaze
It’s first Delight and then Surprise
The turning o’er and o’er my face
For Evidence it be the Grace

He left behind One Day So less
He seek Conviction, That be This

I only must not grow so new
That He’ll mistake and ask for me
Of me when first unto the Door
I go to Elsewhere go no more

I only must not change so fair
He’ll sigh “The Other She is Where?”
The Love, tho’, will array me right
I shall be perfect in His sight

If He perceive the other Truth
Upon an Excellenter Youth

How sweet I shall not lack in Vain
But gain thro’ loss Through Grief obtain
The Beauty that reward Him best
The Beauty of Demand at Rest

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Fitter to see Him, I may be