I, Who Thought To Sink,

The Exchange Of Sympathy For Gratitude Is The Most Princely Thing!

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.

She Has Seen The Mystery Hid Under Egypt's Pyramid: By Those Eyelids Pale And Close Now She Knows What Rhamses Knows.