I Never A Careworn Wife But Shows, If A Joy Suffuse Her, Something Beautiful To Those Patient To Peruse Her, Some One Charm The World Unknows Precious To A Muser, Haply What, Ere Years Were Foes, Moved Her Mate To Choose Her. Ii But, Be It A Hint Of Rose That An Instant Hues Her, Or Some Early Light Or Pose Wherewith Thought Renews Her - Seen By Him At Full, Ere Woes Practised To Abuse Her - Sparely Comes It, Swiftly Goes, Time Again Subdues Her.