is there cosmetical Diversion,
masking of Womanhood
some Purity desirous for Me
to match the Beauty neither Uniform
nor Differences in Character and Creed
can camouflage?

so Failure fear not,
when, in Truth, there be None.
just steer thy wing’d Steed
into th’ Airs in Question;
cast the Clouding Net
to vacuum up the Mist’ries;
and really touch the Sun.

            besides,
suppose She feels the Same
        (about You.)
O, would That be a Dream!