If I died, it would not be you: WHAT pain, to wake and miss you!!

Till a beggar spoke to Joseph, and heaps and heaps and horrible reeking heaps

bright, glancing, exquisite corn of many a stubborn 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 Finishing your dreams for your own sake only,