And all along the path to the cemetery Where never woman sat.!

rising, new-awakened from the tomb! She touches me as if I were herself, her own.

"Even then it is dark behind you. Turn round, You are celibate and single, scorning a comrade even, THESE poems should not be considered separately, as so many single pieces. They are intended as an essential story, or history, or confession, unfolding one from the other in organic development, the whole revealing the intrinsic experience of a man during the crisis of manhood, when he marries and comes into himself. The period covered is, roughly, the sixth lustre of a man's life