Green Helmet — Upon a House Shaken by the Land Agitation
| How should the world be luckier if this house, |
| Where passion and precision have been one |
| Time out of
mind, became too ruinous |
| To breed the lidless eye that loves the sun? |
| And the sweet laughing eagle
thoughts that grow |
| Where wings have memory of wings, and all |
| That comes of the best knit to the best?
Although |
| Mean roof-trees were the sturdier for its fall, |
| How should their luck run high enough to reach |
| The gifts that govern men, and after these |
| To gradual Time’s last gift, a written speech |
| Wrought of high
laughter, loveliness and ease? |