The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale:|
Happy as trees that find a wind to sway them,
Happy again when it has left them rest.
Others shall say, "Grave Dica wrought her death.
She would not lift her lips to take a kiss,
Or ever lift her eyes to take a smile.
She was a pool the winter paves with ice
That the wild hunter in the hills must leave
With thirst unslaked in the brief southward sun."
RIVERS TO THE SEA
Ah Dica, it is not for thee I go;
And not for Phaon, tho' his ship lifts sail