Let Me Not Know How Sins And Sorrows Glide Along The Sombre City Of Our Rage, Or Why The Sons Of Men Are Heavy-Eyed. Let Me Not Know, Except From Printed Page, The Pain Of Litter Love, Of Baffled Pride, Or Sickness Shadowing With A Long Presage. Let Me Not Know, Since Happy Some Have Died Quickly In Youth Or Quietly In Age, How Faint, How Loud The Bravest Hearts Have Cried.