I got so I could take his name - Without - Tremendous gain - That Stop-sensation - on my Soul - And Thunder - in the Room - I got so I could walk across That Angle in the floor, Where he turned so, and I turned - how - And all our Sinew tore - I got so I could stir the Box - In which his letters grew Without that forcing, in my breath - As Staples - driven through - Could dimly recollect a Grace - I think, they call it "God" - Renowned to ease Extremity - When Formula, had failed - And shape my Hands - Petition's way, Tho' ignorant of a word That Ordination - utters - My Business - with the Cloud, If any Power behind it, be, Not subject to Despair - It care, in some remoter way, For so minute affair As Misery - Itself, too vast, for interrupting - more - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |