名人诗歌|The Results of Thought

One dear brilliant woman；

The best-endowed， the elect，

All by their youth undone^1，

All， all， by that inhuman²

Bitter glory wrecked^4.

But I have straightened out

Ruin， wreck^{3 and wrack5；}

I toiled^{6 long years and at length}

Came to so deep a thought

I can summon back

All their wholesome^{7 strength.}

What images are these

That turn dull-eyed away，

Or shift Time's filthy^{8 load，}

Straighten aged^{9 knees，}

Hesitate or stay？

What heads shake or nod？