| After great pain a formal feeling comes-- | |
| The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; | |
| The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore? | |
| And yesterday--or centuries before? | |
| The feet, mechanical, go round | 5 |
| A wooden way | |
| Of ground, or air, or ought, | |
| Regardless grown, | |
| A quartz contentment, like a stone. | |
| This is the hour of lead | 10 |
| Remembered if outlived, | |
| As freezing persons recollect the snow-- | |
| First chill, then stupor, then the letting go. |