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 I AM here myself; as though this heave of effort!

This me which rises from the dark of sleep We might have nestled like plovers

Upright towards heaven is burning off to you His scythe-blade bright, unhooks The loneliness daunts them, their stiff throats