I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of

For The Body At Best Is A Bundle Of Aches, Longing For Rest; It Cries When It Wakes.

Safe Upon The Solid Rock The Ugly Houses Stand. Come And See My Shining Palace Built Upon The Sand!

But You, You Foolish Girl, You Have Gone Home To A Leaky Castle Across The Sea To Lie Awake In Linen Smelling Of Lavender, And Hear The Nightingale, And Long For Me.

Life In Itself Is Nothing, An Empty Cup, A Flight Of Uncarpeted Stairs.

I Screamed, And--lo!--infinity Came Down And Settled Over Me