To Bear All Naked Truths, And To

Deep In The Shady Sadness Of A Vale Far Sunken From The Healthy Breath Of Morn, Far From The Fiery Noon And Eve's One Star, Sat Gray-haired Saturn, Quiet As A Stone, Still As The Silence Round About His Lair.

My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness Pains/ My Sense, As Though Of Hemlock I Had Drunk.

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.