You Can Have What You Can’t Keep

In a room in which we rest
To modify suffering,
Quiet the body’s dull roar,

Never mind the ultimate
Good of imagination,
The small reasons for belief,

We are searching for relief.

In the room before the first
Lamp of evening, when the sky
Glows serenely no matter

What the body is groaning,
We may feel under the pause
For the latch that springs the thought

That the light cannot be bought.