If you can’t find it, or them, or one, or the other,
you’re best to think such purposely mislaid,
that visitor of nocturnal kind we call the mind
has set aside your treasure stored as future pleasure,
and not that you are presently despised,
or that the object of your train has up and shied,
for though held through Time Mind knows no place best
as the very first and very last, and calls it This.