O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.