I Cannot Find My Way: There Is

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.