LI.

I gained it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

It hung so high, As well the sky Attempt by strategy. I said I gained it, —

This was all. Look, how I clutch it, Lest it fall, And I a pauper go;

Unfitted by an instant's grace For the contented beggar's face I wore an hour ago.