Inscribed To S.F.S. I, Strengthened, Left Him. Next In A Close Place, Mid Houses Crowded, Dingy, Barred, And High, Where Men Live Not Except To Sell And Buy, To Me, Leaving A Doorway, Came A Grace. (Surely From Heaven She Came, Though All That Race Walketh On Human Feet Beneath The Sky.) I, Going On, Beheld Not Who Was Nigh, When A Sweet Girl Looked Up Into My Face With Earnest Eyes, Most Maidenly Sedate-- Looked Up To Me, As I To Him Did Look: 'Twas Much To Me Whom Sometimes Men Mistook. She Asked Me Where We Dwelt, That She Might Wait Upon Us There. I Told Her, And Elate, Went On My Way To Seek Another Nook.