What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise? - William Carlos Williams

He's come out of the man and he's let the man go —

I have had my dream — like others — And it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
With feet planted on the ground,
And look up at the sky — Feeling my clothes about me,
The weight of my body in my shoes,
The rim of my hat, air passing in and out
At my nose — and decide to dream no more.

After some years of varied experience with the bodies of the rich and the poor a man finds little to distinguish between them, bulks them as one and bases his working judgements on other matters.