XXI
The First Lesson
Not in this world to see his faceSounds long, until I read the placeWhere this is said to beBut just the primer to a lifeUnopened, rare, upon the shelf,Clasped yet to him and me.
And yet, my primer suits me soI would not choose a book to knowThan that, be sweeter wise;Might some one else so learned be,And leave me just my A B C,Himself could have the skies.