I do not know what truth the false untruth
Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,
Or if this flowered plant bears also a fruit
Unto the true reality unknow
But as the rainbow, neither earth's nor sky's,
Stands in the dripping freshness of lulled rain,
A hope, note real yet not fancy's, lies
Athwart the moment of our ceasing pai
Somehow, since pain is felt yet felt as ill,
Hope hath a better warrant than being hoped;
Since pain is felt as aught we should not feel
Man hath a Nature's reason for having groped,
   Since Time was Time and age and grief his measures
   Towards a better shelter than Time's pleasure