Earth Does Not Understand Her Child, Who

Need We Say It Was Not Love, Now That Love Is Perished?

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart, And Not The Full Four Seasons Of The Year.

I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground.

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.