But There's Wisdom In Women, Of More

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.

But There's Wisdom In Women, Of More Than They Have Known, And Thoughts Go Blowing Through Them, Are Wiser Than Their Own.

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!

Ponder Deep Wisdom, Dark Or Clear, Each Secret Fishy Hope Or Fear. Fish Say, They Have Their Stream And Pond; But Is There Anything Beyond? This Life Cannot Be All, They Swear, For How Unpleasant, If It Were! One May Not Doubt That, Somehow, Good Shall Come Of Water And Of Mud; And, Sure, The Reverent Eye Must See A Purpose In Liquidity.