That Gloomy Outside, Like A

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.