It might be lonelier

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness — I'm so accustomed to my Fate — Perhaps the Other — Peace —

Would interrupt the Dark — And crowd the little Room — Too scant — by Cubits — to contain The Sacrament — of Him —

I am not used to Hope — It might intrude upon — Its sweet parade — blaspheme the place — Ordained to Suffering —

It might be easier To fail — with Land in Sight — Than gain — My Blue Peninsula — To perish — of Delight —