The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On

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.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.