The blunder is to estimate,—
Eternity is Then,
We say, as of a station.
Meanwhile he is so near,
He joins me in my ramble,
Divides abode with me,
No friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.


The Single Hound, p. 261 - Collected Poems (1993)


The blunder is to estimate,— Eternity is Then, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me,...

The blunder is to estimate,— Eternity is Then, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me,...

The blunder is to estimate,— Eternity is Then, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me,...

The blunder is to estimate,— Eternity is Then, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me,...