by LEONORA SPEYER
I LOOKED into my body—
Lurking and shadowy there
The building of my bones
Where I had dwelt so long,
So sturdily, so long,
The dreams and griefs among,
Paying no rent at all . . .
And cried, God bless my home!
God bless the builder too
Of each frail, faltering wall,
Essential masonry,
And strong (I thought),
And strong.
God bless the Architect!
(And thought, can one bless God?
Dare bless? — And answered, yes!)
The wise man at my side,
Explaining, did not see
All that was vouchsafed me:
Into that house of bone
I entered and alone.