When Heaven sends sorrow, 
 Warnings go first, 
 Lest it should burst 
 With stunning might 
 On souls too bright 
 To fear the morrow. 

Can science bear us 
 To the hid springs 
 Of human things? 
 Why may not dream, 
 Or thought's day-gleam, 
 Startle, yet cheer us? 

Are such thoughts fetters, 
 While Faith disowns 
 Dread of earth's tones, 
 Reeks but Heaven's call, 
 And on the wall 
 Reads but Heaven's letters?