Unwreathe

But sin it is, no less;—a blot, foul as the crater-pool of hell; it puts out the sun at noon; it parches all fertility; and, conscience or no conscience—ere he die—let every master who wrenches bond-babe from mother, that the nipple tear; unwreathes the arms of sisters; or cuts the holy unity in twain; till apart fall man and wife, like one bleeding body cleft

Yes, our last farewell is breathed, And we part, for ever part; Every tie is now unwreathed Which had bound us heart to heart;

the splendid rhythms and harmonies that wreathed and unwreathed themselves in his mind