But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Ages past the soul existed, / Here an age 'tis resting merely.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?

Reads verse and thinks she understands.

Four great walls in the New Jerusalem, / Meted on each side by the angel's reed, / For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo and me / To cover.