Streets paved with gold and angel-song
Seem right to me
When Earth goes wrong -
Elysium’s unspoiled delights
Can leaven sober-sided nights,
But when lace-whisperings of Spring
Publish their green-silk flowering
Then Heaven can wait -
Just let me be!
Earth gone right
Is Heaven enough for me.
The sketch is of my daughter, Chrissy, when she was about 5 years old.