If I go on walking through the whole breadth of you!!

She has not chosen me finally, she suspends her in a bustle.

And over the swaying corn-stalks, just above I wish I could grip you like the fist of the Lord, 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