Title divine—is mine!
The Wife—without the Sign!
Acute Degree—conferred on me—
Empress of Calvary!
Royal—all but the Crown!
Betrothed—without the swoon
God sends us Women—
When you—hold—Garnet to Garnet—
Gold—to Gold—
Born—Bridalled—Shrouded—
In a Day—
Tri Victory
"My Husband"—women say—
This line represents a nineteenth century American middle-class woman’s conventional destiny—her birth, marriage, and death, planned for her on her day of birth. Although bridal is a common word, “Bridalled” is not. Dickinson’s pun is clever wordplay that makes her point.  “Bridalled” describes the headgear used to control a horse. Or, in this context, a woman. 
 
 “Shrouded” is also wordplay. A shroud is used to wrap dead bodies ready for burial. But shrouded can mean overshadowed or hidden — what happened to many women once they married and once their identity was subsumed in that of their husband.
Title divine—is mine