The wall is strong enough to hold a tide of tears...
It is the same protective bulwark that saves me from my fears...
"Why do you cry then?"
Otherwise it will make me insane! ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!