The woman in the poem had put her problem in a clearer and deeper manner, and Amy was more like that woman than herself.
"'I, with all my suffering,' the man repeated.
"Suffering--important word! It leads us to the heart of reality.

Human suffering is a positive thing, which requires a positive answer, and sad as it is, the word is beautiful, because of the absolute truth it contains.

'I, with all my suffering!' It is an error to believe that we can be happy in perfect calm and clearness, as abstract as a formula.

We are made too much out of shadow and some form of suffering.

If everything that hurts us were to be removed, what would remain?
"And the woman said, 'My God, I do not wish for heaven!'" "Well, then," said Amy, trembling, "it follows that we can be miserable in paradise." "Paradise is life," said the poet.
Amy was silent and remained with her head lifted, comprehending at last that the whole poem was simply a reply to her question and that he had revived in her soul a loftier and a juster thought.
"Life is exalted to perfection as it ends," the poet went on.