Except to Heaven, she is nought.

Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

Except for winds -- provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies.

The smallest Housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the Lawn And somebody has lost the face That made Existence -- Home!