time I sat alone he snow

    And saprint, he silence sink

    No moment at t, link by link

    ent counting all my c so

    t any blow

    Struck by thus I drink

    Of lifes great cup of wonder! onderful,

    Never to feel t

    it or speech,--nor ever cull

    Some prescience of te

    t gros are as dull

    guess Gods presence out of sight.