Taking up the fair Ideal,
Just to cast her down
When a fracture-we discover-
Or a splintered Crown-
Makes the Heavens portable-
And the Gods-a lie-
Doubtless-”Adam”-scowled at Eden-
For his perjury!

Cherishing-our pool Ideal-
Till in purer dress-
We behold her-glorified-
Comforts-search-like this-
Till the broken creatures-
We adored-for whole-
Stains-all washed-
Meet us-with a smile-