In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 25

I know that this was life, —the track

  Whereon with equal feet we fared

  And then, as now, the day prepared

The daily burden for the back

But this it was that made me move

  As lights as carrier-birds in air;

  I loved the weight I had to bear,

Because it needed help of Love:

Nor could I weary, heart or limb,

  When mighty Love would cleave in twain

  The lading of a single pain,

And part it, giving half to him.