Read the poem "the wife-woman," by anne spencer. maker-of-sevens in the scheme of things from earth to star; thy cycle holds whatever is fate, and over the border the bar. though rank and fierce the mariner sailing the seven seas, he prays, as he holds his glass to his eyes, coaxing the pleiades. i cannot love them; and i feel your glad chiding from the grave, that my all was only worth at all, what joy to you it gave. these seven links the law compelled for the human chain— i cannot love them; and you, oh, seven-fold months in flanders slain! a jungle there, a cave here, bred six and a million years, sure and strong, mate for mate, such love as culture fears; i gave you clear the oil and wine; you saved me your hob and hearth— see how even life may be ere the sickle comes and leaves a swath. but i can wait the seven of moons, or years i spare, hoarding the heart’s plenty, nor spend a drop, nor share— so long but outlives a smile and a silken gown; then gaily i reach up from my shroud, and you, glory-clad, reach down. what is the main difference between "the wife-woman" and frost’s poem "mending wall"? the use of rhyming in "the wife-woman" the use of iambic pentameter in "the wife-woman" the use of free verse in "mending wall" the use of rhyming in "mending wall"