So may glory from defect arise.

For note, when evening shuts, / A certain moment cuts / The deed off, calls the glory from the grey.

I don't expect you'll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.

Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?

Reads verse and thinks she understands.

Four great walls in the New Jerusalem, / Meted on each side by the angel's reed, / For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo and me / To cover.