religious poem

give me hunger
sweet splendor
brief on a flying night
one sweetly solemn thought
as i lie roofed in, screened in
shadows lay along broadway
let us pity those who are better off than we are
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
two rows of cabbages
up from the meadows rich with corn
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
which i wish to remark
this is the ship of pearl
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night