Could you but find it—to the Treasure-house,
And peradventure to The Master too.
Whose secret Presence * * *
* * * * eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes * * *; and
They change and perish all—but He remains.
A moment guess’d—then back behind the Fold
Immerst of darkness * * *
(55-56) You know, my Friends, * * *
I made a Second Marriage in my house;