Acquaintance; Companion; One Dear Brilliant Woman; The Best-Endowed, The Elect, All By Their Youth Undone, All, All, By That Inhuman Bitter Glory Wrecked. But I Have Straightened Out Ruin, Wreck And Wrack; I Toiled Long Years And At Length Came To So Deep A Thought I Can Summon Back All Their Wholesome Strength. What Images Are These That Turn Dull-Eyed Away, Or Shift Time'S Filthy Load, Straighten Aged Knees, Hesitate Or Stay? What Heads Shake Or Nod?