lassie

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 Staplesdriven through--

Could dimly recollect a Grace--
I think, they call it--God--
Renowned to ease extremity--
When Formula, had failed--

And shape my Hands--
Petitions 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--