Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.