In this limited transit at least;
And I feel more and more that the thing that’s a bore
In the West, might be so in the East.
“To sleep or to venture, to feast or to fast;
No excess possible, boredom, nor caste—
O what a blessing and O what a bliss
If Faith at discretion should bring me to this!
No enough that’s as good as a feast,
Nor nausea rising like yeast;
But, free as the air to praise or to pair,