how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its best to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up and all the cottage warm;
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character
Who hears music, feels his solitude
Peopled at once.