Where Had Her Sweetness Gone? What Fanatics Invent In This Blind Bitter Town, Fantasy Or Incident Not Worth Thinking Of, Put Her In A Rage. I Had Forgiven Enough That Had Forgiven Old Age. All Lives That Has Lived; So Much Is Certain; Old Sages Were Not Deceived: Somewhere Beyond The Curtain Of Distorting Days Lives That Lonely Thing That Shone Before These Eyes Targeted, Trod Like Spring.