All the little emptiness of love!
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.