I could snatch a day out of the late autumnAnd set it trembling like forgotten springs,There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shiningAnd flying shadows cast by flying wings.I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,Waiting for nothing at all.
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing -- too loud?But -- I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try me --Just -- once -- more --Just -- see -- if I troubled them --But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the GentlemanIn the "White Robe" --And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked --Could -- I -- forbid?