The Results of Thought

    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？