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