Sentence:  The third of veils again,— / So telleth Little Love,— / Is private in its skein, / For her exactest fane, / And for her special dove. / [...] / 'Tis made of wax of bees, / Of fairy wax, fay bees, / And in its charmful frieze, / Letteth no public breeze / Canvass the <WSD>wifelet</WSD>'s glees. 
Meaning of the word marked with <WSD> tags:  A wife.