The Results Of Thought

Acquaintance; companion;

One dear brilliant woman;

The best-endowed, the elect,

All by their youth undone,

All, all, by that inhuman

Bitter glory wrecked.



But I have straightened out

Ruin, wreck and wrack;

I toiled long years and at length

Came to so deep a thought

I can summon back

All their wholesome strength.



What images are these

That turn dull-eyed away,

Or Shift Time's filthy load,

Straighten aged knees,

Hesitate or stay?

What heads shake or nod?