There's little comfort in the wise

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

All the little emptiness of love!

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.