All the little emptiness of love!
Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.