To My Wife

Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan 
The future was, m which temptingly spread 
All that elaborative nature can 
Matchless potential! but unlimited 
Only so long as I elected nothing;
Simply to choose stopped all ways up but one, 
And sent the tease-birds from the bushes flapping. 
No future now. I and you now, alone.

So for your face I have exchanged all faces,
For your few properties bargained the brisk 
Baggage, the mask-and-magic-man's regalia.
Now you become my boredom and my failure, 
Another way of suffering, a risk,
A heavier-than-air hypostasis.