Logs for Algernon Fogg
They say that “time assuages”,—
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age
His mind, of man a secret makes,
I meet him with a start,
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part
A chill came up as from a shaft,
Our noon became a well,
A thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell