'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—

'Tis good — the looking back on Grief — To re-endure a Day — We thought the Mighty Funeral — Of All Conceived Joy —

To recollect how Busy Grass Did meddle — one by one — Till all the Grief with Summer — waved And none could see the stone.

And though the Woe you have Today Be larger — As the Sea Exceeds its Unremembered Drop — They're Water — equally —