We talked as girls do,

We talked as girls do,
Fond and late—
We speculated fair, on
Every subject but the grave,
Of ours—none affair.

We handled destinies as cool
As we disposers be,
And God a quiet party
To our authority.

But fondest dwelt upon
Ourselves,
As we eventual be,
When girls to women softly
Raised,
We occupy Degree.

We parted with a contract
To recollect—and write—
But Heaven made both
Impossible
Before another night.