XV. The Inevitable.

WHILE I was fearing it, it came,
        But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
        Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,
        A fitting a despair.
'Tis harder knowing it is due,
        Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,
        The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it
        A whole existence through.