The hero-word I knew when I was young!
With this poor body, worn to rags and skin
By the chained stalk of the uneasy mind,
I’d take the blows and watch the fun begin;
Groping among the stars, meantime, to find
The Dipper made a letter—seen by God—
And Mars, perhaps, might serve as period.
PORTRAIT OF YOUNG LOVE
If you were with me—as you’re not, of course,
I’d taste the elegant tortures of Despair