A 444: etext transcription

< a444.txt.1; poem >

<damage, document torn>
By no one but
the Thief -
Compassion for
Is his divinest Grief -

<reverse (A 444a), paper flipped over right and rotated one-quarter turn left>
< a444.txt.2; fragment_extrageneric >
The consciousness of
subsiding power is
too startling to be
admitted by men - but
best comprehended by
the meadow over
which the Flood has
quivered, when the
waters return to
their kindred, and
the tillage acre - is left
alone -
comprehended perhaps
by the meadow, over
which Floods have
quivered - rumbled -