We can evade you and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on?

By such fine collapses, composition just manages to escape with its life—beginning again and again and again in spite of its posthumous classicism.

FOOTNOTES:

[2] It has been found impracticable in the printing of this poem to set it vertically on the page, as it was originally printed—to suggest a downward fluttering movement.