To my dear husband + 

George Henry Lewes + 

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, + 

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Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope. + 

With what I most enjoy contented least; + 

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, + 

Haply I think on thee⁠—and then my state, + 

Like to the lark at break of day arising + 

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; + 

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, + 

That then I scorn to change my state with kings. + 