text: She has no need to fear the fall
  Of harvest from the laddered reach
  Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing
        From the steep beach.
  
  Nor hold to pain's effrontery
  Her body's bulwark, stern and savage,
  Nor be a glass, where to forsee
        Another's ravage.
  
  What she has gathered, and what lost,
  She will not find to lose again.
  She is possessed by time, who once
        Was loved by men.