With each repeating its allotted prayer
And thus divides and thus relieves the time;
Smooth task, with his[661] compared, whose mind could string,
Not scantily, bright minutes on the thread
Of keen domestic anguish; and beguile
A solitude, unchosen, unprofessed;
Till gentlest death released him.
"Far from us
Be the desire—too curiously to ask
How much of this is but the blind result