No, When The Fight Begins

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

God Be Thanked, The Meanest Of His Creatures Boasts Two Soul-sides, One To Face The World With, One To Show A Woman When He Loves Her.