So take my vows and scatter them to sea
Who swears the sweetest is no more than human
And say no kinder words than these of me
"Ever she longed for peace, but was a woman!
And thus they are, whose silly female dust
Needs little enough to clutter it and bind it
Who meet a slanted gaze, and ever must
Go build themselves a soul to dwell behind it."

For now I am my own again, my friend!
This scar but points the whiteness of my breast
This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end
And now I am my own. And that is best
Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful
To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful