Bed-Time

Fragment of sky that watches over her,

And winged hallucinations by the bed

Whereon she lays a blonde enchanting head,

O all bright legends, keep and cover her!

Thou problematic Lord, deliver her,

If not from evil, as the psalmist said,

Yet from the ill condition of the dead,

Figment of Mercy, shut and sever her.

So eager-bleak the metamorphic sea

Goes surging at our brittle window-pane,

Until the glass gives inward let there be

Some truce with dissolution. Let remain,

Defiant of eternity and doom,

This dream of lamplight and a little room.

STATURE

Giants are giants by the grace of God,

And dwarfs are dwarfish by his special grace.