THE RESULTS OF THOUGHT
 
 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?