Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

A Little Still She Strove, And Much Repented, And Whispering “i Will Ne'er Consent”—consented.

And Dreams In Their Development Have Breath, And Tears, And Tortures, And The Touch Of Joy; They Have A Weight Upon Our Waking Thoughts, They Take A Weight From Off Our Waking Toils, They Do Divide Our Being.