And sound of you suffice to tumble down
Conviction topsy-turvy: no,—that 's false,—
There 's no unknowing what one knows; and yet
Such is my folly that, in gratitude
For ... well, I 'm stupid; but you seemed to wish
I should know gently what I know, should slip
Softly from old to new, not break my neck
Between beliefs of what you were and are.
Well then, for just the sake of such a wish
To cut no worse a figure than needs must