I I Nursed It In My Bosom While It Lived, I Hid It In My Heart When It Was Dead; In Joy I Sat Alone, Even So I Grieved Alone And Nothing Said. I Shut The Door To Face The Naked Truth, I Stood Alone - I Faced The Truth Alone, Stripped Bare Of Self-Regard Or Forms Or Ruth Till First And Last Were Shown. I Took The Perfect Balances And Weighed; No Shaking Of My Hand Disturbed The Poise; Weighed, Found It Wanting: Not A Word I Said, But Silent Made My Choice. None Know The Choice I Made; I Make It Still. None Know The Choice I Made And Broke My Heart, Breaking Mine Idol: I Have Braced My Will Once, Chosen For Once My Part. I Broke It At A Blow, I Laid It Cold, Crushed In My Deep Heart Where It Used To Live. My Heart Dies Inch By Inch; The Time Grows Old, Grows Old In Which I Grieve. Ii I Have A Room Whereinto No One Enters Save I Myself Alone: There Sits A Blessed Memory On A Throne, There My Life Centres. While Winter Comes And Goes - Oh Tedious Comer! - And While Its Nip-Wind Blows; While Bloom The Bloodless Lily And Warm Rose Of Lavish Summer. If Any Should Force Entrance He Might See There One Buried Yet Not Dead, Before Whose Face I No More Bow My Head Or Bend My Knee There; But Often In My Worn Life'S Autumn Weather I Watch There With Clear Eyes, And Think How It Will Be In Paradise When We're Together.