A woman fed that hunger in me at last. He puts his surf-wet fingers!

And the wood-ash gathered in the fire here, in my own house,

I must be reciprocating your vacuous, hideous 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 Its flame of life, now and always, till the end.