Of pain, mature the mind:"

and then the wind, when it begins among the vines, so low, so low,
will have for him another language; such as this: --

"Here is the change beginning, here the lines
Circumscribe beauty, set to bliss
The limit time assigns."

This is the language SHE has learned: We cannot draw one beauty
into our hearts' core, and keep it changeless. This is the old woe
of the world; the tune, to whose rise and fall we live and die.
RISE WITH IT, THEN! REJOICE THAT MAN IS HURLED FROM CHANGE
TO CHANGE UNCEASINGLY, HIS SOUL'S WINGS NEVER FURLED!
To this philosophy of life has she been brought. But she must still
sadly reflect how bitter it is for man not to grave, on his soul,
one fair, good, wise thing just as he grasped it! For himself
death's wave; while time washes (ah, the sting!) o'er all he'd sink
to save.

This reflection must be understood, in her own case, as prompted by
her unconquerable wifely love. It is this which points the sting.

VII. `Among the Rocks'. -- The brown old earth, in autumn,
when all the glories of summer are fading, or have faded,
wears a good gigantic smile, looking not backward, but forward,
with his feet in the ripples of the sea-wash, and listening to
the sweet twitters of the `white-breasted sea-lark'. The entire stanza
has a mystical meaning and must be interpreted in its connection.