Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- — Summary

Heaven’s glories leave her cold—the very idea of a perfect afterlife offers no comfort. She would rather have the imperfect, limited life she knew on earth. The “House of Supposition,” the “Glimmering Frontier” skirting the “Acres of Perhaps”—all that speculative landscape feels untrustworthy and insecure. What she had, small as it was, contented her; she could hold it close, count it, let it satisfy her “narrow Eyes.” Honest, modest certainties matter more than lofty truths that claim to be real but remain beyond reach. The poet’s mood is one of gentle, stubborn humility, even relief, in refusing to pretend she knows what she cannot see. That final, insistent “I don’t know” is not a failure but an embrace of a life built on hard-won evidence and small, tangible joys.