Getting relief of others who gave things
By their own purpose lit;
If she too had some freshness in her springs,
None wanted it.
She grew accustomed to be quietly shut
Away, was used to see
Love limping dutifully in a rut
That once ran free;
She knew the signs when friends began to cast
What they had asked her for—
Some asked for much, some little, all at last
Asked nothing more.
And when she died they sorrowed, it is true,
But not for long, because
They had seen some pale reflection that she threw,
Not what she was.
SOLITARY.
E moved his fellow-men among
And changed with them some forms of speech.
His heart was separate from his tongue,
They would not hear his heart beseech.
Their needs were very like his own,
Quivering in bodies numb and dazed;
They smiled and talked and felt alone.—
Did not their hearts look on amazed?