I got so I could take his name

I got so I could walk across

That Angle in the floor,

Where he turned so, and I turned — how —

And all our Sinew tore —

I got so I could stir the Box —

In which his letters grew

Without that forcing, in my breath —

As Staples — driven through —

Could dimly recollect a Grace —

I think, they call it "God" —

Renowned to ease Extremity —

When Formula, had failed —

And shape my Hands —

Petition's way,

Tho' ignorant of a word

That Ordination — utters —

My Business, with the Cloud,

If any Power behind it, be,

Not subject to Despair —

It care, in some remoter way,

For so minute affair

As Misery —

Itself, too vast, for interrupting — more —