A Great Hope Fell You

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind- As If My Brain Had Split- I Tried To Match It- Seam By Seam- But Could Not Make It Fit.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead I Doubt If Even That From Such A Giant Were Withheld Were Flesh Equivalent But Love Is Tired And Must Sleep, And Hungry And Must Graze And So Abets The Shining Fleet Till It Is Out Of Gaze.