Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church,

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, On Winter Afternoons, That Oppresses, Like The Weight Of Cathedral Tunes.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, That If The Heaven Inquire, He Will Not Be Obliged To Wait, Or Shy Of Troubling Her. Depart, Before The Host Has Slid The Bolt Upon The Door, To Seek For The Accomplished Guest, -- Her Visitor No More.