THE COLD HEAVEN
 
 SUDDENLY I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
 That seemed as though ice burned and was but the
 more ice,
 And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
 So wild that every casual thought of that and this
 Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out
 of season
 With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
 And I took all thc blame out of all sense and reason,
 Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
 Riddled with light.  Ah! when the ghost begins to
 quicken,
 Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
 Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
 By the injustice of the skies for punishment?