Quite in the dear old-fashioned worldly way,
Do you remember, in a former age,
What happened in that girdled finite cage?"
And you, through joy having forgot your pain,
Laughing will shake your head and rack your brain,
Clasping my hand and thinking all in vain.
No," you will say, "it is a distant way
From grief to God; my memories go astray."
Then, I, staring athwart the jewelled pit
Which God hath dug between the infinite