...all, the world's coarse thumb And finger failed to plumb, So passed in making up the main account ... All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This, I was worth, to God whose wheel the pitcher shaped.' That's fine and courageous, isn't it? And yet many people (Sedgewick included) think...

...by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. ROBERT BROWNING All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God! Although his early efforts were dismissed as obscure and difficult, by the end of his life, Robert...

...to the tang and flavor of individual uniqueness. The unique and irreplaceable individual, with his y a h $ (BROWNING) with his private history and his own peculiar mixture of hopes and fears, may be delineated...