Therefore I Dare Reveal My Private Woe, The Secret Blots Of My Imperfect Heart, Nor Strive To Shrink Or Swell Mine Own Desert, Nor Beautify Nor Hide. For This I Know, That Even As I Am, Thou Also Art. Thou Past Heroic Forms Unmoved Shalt Go, To Pause And Bide With Me, To Whisper Low: "Not I Alone Am Weak, Not I Apart Must Suffer, Struggle, Conquer Day By Day. Here Is My Very Cross By Strangers Borne, Here Is My Bosom-Sun Wherefrom I Pray Hourly Deliverance - This My Rose, My Thorn. This Woman My Soul'S Need Can Understand, Stretching O'Er Silent Gulfs Her Sister Hand."