Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before. I swore–but was i sober when i swore?
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand. My thread-bare Penitence a-pieces tore
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, and with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that i reap’d– “i came like Water, and like Wind i go.”