Publisher's Synopsis
This is the wonder, always, everywhere- Not that vast mutability which is event, The pits and pinnacles of change, But man's desire and valiance that range All circumstance, and come to port unspent. Agents are these events, these ecstasies, And tribulations, to prove the purities Or poor oblivions that are our being. When Beauty and peace possess us, they are none But as they touch the beauty and peace of men, Nor, when our days are done, And the last utterance of doom must fall, Is the doom anything Memorable for its apparelling; The bearing of man facing it is all.
