Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love, Merest Man And Nothing More. Bid Me Seem No Other! Eagles Boast Of Pinions, Let Them Soar! I May Put Forth Angel'S Plumage, Once Unmanned, But Not Before. Now On Earth To Stand Suffices, Nay, If Kneeling Serves, To Kneel: Here You Front Me, Here I Find The All Of Heaven That Earth Can Feel: Sense Looks Straight, Not Over,Under, Perfect Sees Beyond Appeal. Good You Are And Wise, Full Circle: What To Me Were More Outside? Wiser Wisdom, Better Goodness? Ah, Such Want The Angel'S Wide Sense To Take And Hold And Keep Them! Mine At Least Has Never Tried.