timidly i cowered in the shadow of safety, but now, when the surge of joy carries my heart upon its crest, my heart clings to the cruel rock of its trouble.

i sat alone in a corner of my house thinking it too narrow for any guest, but now when its door is flung open by an unbidden joy i find there is room for thee and for all the world.

i walked upon tiptoe, careful of my person, perfumed, and adorned—but now when a glad whirlwind has overthrown me in the dust i laugh and roll on the earth at thy feet like a child.