Read the poem "The Wife-Woman," by Anne Spencer.Maker-of-sevens in the scheme of thingsFrom earth to star;Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, andOver the border the bar.Though rank and fierce the marinerSailing the seven seas,He prays, as he holds his glass to his eyes,Coaxing the Pleiades.I cannot love them; and I feel your gladChiding from the grave,That my all was only worth at all, whatJoy to you it gave.These seven links the Law compelledFor the human chain—I cannot love them; and you, oh,Seven-fold months in Flanders slain!A jungle there, a cave here, bred sixAnd a million years,Sure and strong, mate for mate, suchLove 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 theSickle comes and leaves a swath.But I can wait the seven of moons,Or years I spare,Hoarding the heart’s plenty, nor spendA drop, nor share—So long but outlives a smile andA silken gown;Then gaily I reach up from my shroud,And you, glory-clad, reach down.What is the main similarity between “The Wife-Woman” and Frost’s poem "Mending Wall"?