Failure in your thoughts even now?

Care may relent like the cold.

All week the crocus-snapping wind,

last night in the Channel a white fog.    

No dark night of the soul,

no struggle with self or for others;

only the difficulty of being,

discontent with self as with others.

Ridiculous, excess of moderation!

Without joy, live without enjoyment?

Now in the sharp March sunlight

not feel again the year’s heart-beat?