Sanctuary: Sunshine House Sonnets, Conclusion

Heaven is no larger than Connecticut; No larger than Fairfield County; no, no larger Than the little valley of the Silvermine The white sun visits and the wandering showers. For there is room enough for spring's return, For lilac evenings and the rising moon, And time enough for autumn's idle days, When soul is ripe for immortality. And there when winter comes with smouldering dusk To kindle rosy flames upon the hearth, And hang his starry belt upon the night, One firelit room is large enough for heaven, For all we know of wisdom and of love, And the eternal welfare of the heart.