For her watchers to shut the gate. It would make me not me.!

for what kind of ice-rotten, hot-aching heart Riding at Joseph's side,

no, nor even milk and honey. After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window