The Way I read a Letter's - this - 'Tis first - I lock the Door - And push it with my fingers - next - For transport it be sure - And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock - Then draw my little Letter forth And slowly pick the lock - Then - glancing narrow, at the Wall - And narrow at the floor For firm Conviction of a Mouse Not exorcised before - Peruse how infinite I am To no one that You - know - And sigh for lack of Heaven - but not The Heaven God bestow |