While tremulous lights into shadows flit,
With a piece of Heaven held in my hand,
Which is mine—and I cannot enter it!
At last—O my wonderful dear at last!
Thou always comest, howe'er it is—
The senseless signs into symmetry pass'd,
For a few short seconds it must be bliss!
And so standing there in the twilight's fall
(What happen'd is nothing but what must be)
I read the first words that ever at all