II. Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow
III. Lessons
 

Unless I learn to ask no help
   From any other soul but mine,
To seek no strength in waving reeds
   Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;
Unless I learn to look at Grief
   Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,
And take from Pleasure fearlessly
   Whatever gifts will make me wise --
Unless I learn these things on earth,
Why was I ever given birth?