Classic Poem

I weight my mind as best I can to keep it close to earth
With chunky little platitudes and bits of twisted mirth;

For dust will gather in the house, and shirts unmended lie
Unless you learn to keep your mind from gadding in the sky.

As well detain a puff of smoke, or cobweb-bind a bird!
Answering to a sudden call some inner ear has heard,

It circles up from cloud to cloud, joyous, unsatisfied,
Crying and crying after God — as minds have always cried.