Normale Version: If the Lord Would Make Windows in Heaven
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If the Lord Would Make Windows in Heaven”

She who had eyes but had not wherewithal
To see that he was doomed to his own way,
Dishonored his illusions day by day,
And year by year was more angelical.

Flaunting an injured instinct for the small,
She stifled always more than she would say;
Nursing a fear too futile to betray,
She sewed, and waited for the roof to fall.

A seer at home, she saw that his high lights
That were not shining, and were not afire,
Were such as never would be seen from there;

A saint abroad, she saw him on the heights,
And feared for him – who, if he went much higher,
Might one day not be seen from anywhere.