Insufficiency
When I attain to utter forth in verse / Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Light, that never makes you wink;
Memory, that gives no pain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
—Something out of it, I think.
When I attain to utter forth in verse / Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers / Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, / And drew around it other thoughts like bees
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not / More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--