Till It Has Loved, No Man Or

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.

And Then--a Day As Huge As Yesterdays In Pairs, Unrolled Its Horror In My Face-- Until It Blocked My Eyes