God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -
Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.