How Like They Are To Human Things!

The Morning Breaks; The Steeds In Their Stalls Stamp And Neigh, As The Hostler Calls; The Day Returns, But Nevermore Returns The Traveler To The Shore, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.

Standing, With Reluctant Feet, Where The Brook And River Meet, Womanhood And Childhood Fleet!

I Do Not Love Thee Less For What Is Done, And Cannot Be Undone. Thy Very Weakness Hath Brought Thee Nearer To Me, And Henceforth My Love Will Have A Sense Of Pity In It, Making It Less A Worship Than Before.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.