The Way I Read A Letter'S This: 'T Is First I Lock The Door, And Push It With My Fingers Next, For Transport It Be Sure. And Then I Go The Furthest Off To Counteract A Knock; Then Draw My Little Letter Forth And Softly Pick Its Lock. Then, Glancing Narrow At The Wall, And Narrow At The Floor, For Firm Conviction Of A Mouse Not Exorcised Before, Peruse How Infinite I Am To -- No One That You Know! And Sigh For Lack Of Heaven, -- But Not The Heaven The Creeds Bestow.