UPON A HOUSE SHAKEN BY THE LAND AGITATION
 
 HOW should the world be luckier if this house,
 Where passion and precision have been one
 Time out of mind, became too ruinous
 To breed the lidleSs eye that loves the sun?
 And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow
 Where wings have memory of wings, and all
 That comes of the best knit to the best? Although
 Mean roof-trees were the sturdier for its fall.
 How should their luck run high enough to reach
 The gifts that govern men, and after these
 To gradual Time's last gift, a written speech
 Wrought of high laughter, loveliness and ease?