Have had to laugh at self; find Vivianni
A housemaid shelling corn—not threading pearls.
Or sit, with idiot eyes, my bones half broken,
Icarus bumped amid a field of stones.
I know the hour of farewell. I have said it
When my heart trembled, stopped as when a horse
Braces its terrored feet to keep from plunging
Over the precipice. Farewell! Farewell!
I know to say, and turn, and pass my way.
Why! For that matter, even now behold!