The unfortunate Henry, under the disgrace of his position, lost his presence of mind. While I was conning over my reply, the grocer, seizing on the opportunity, said: "Gentlemen, I am persuaded of your both being perfectly competent in your art; have the goodness without ado to take the case in hand, and devise some effectual means for the restoration of my son's health. But, as she passed, some faithless belt gave way; The saddle slipped, the horse stopped, and the girl Stood on her feet, still holding fast the reins. And so the days went on, until the green Shone through the snow in patches, very green: For, though the snow was white, yet the green shone. No white-robed angels floated by On slow, reposing wings; I only saw, with inward eye, Some very common things. I will take the mountain path, Beard the storm within its den, Know the worst of this dim wrath, Vexing thus the souls of men. The sap moves not within my withered veins; Through all my frozen roots creep numbing pains, That they can hardly cling. Now on the couch, inwrapt in mist Of vapourized amethyst, Lie, as in a rose's heart; Secret things I will impart; Any time you would receive them; Easier though you will believe them In dissolving dreamy red, Self-same radiance that is shed From the summer-heart of Poet, Flushing those that never know it.
She, too, shall share the hurt of good, Her spirit, too, be rent, That these proud men their evil mood May see, and so repent. The veil of tears Fell over what had been; Her childhood's dawning heaven appears, And kindness makes her clean.