A Measure of Heaven
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 then when winter comes with smouldering dusk
To kindle flames rosy upon the hearth,
And hang its starry belt upon the night,
One firelit room is large enough for heaven –
For all we know of wisdom and of love, And eternal welfare of the heart.
Bliss Carman, 1916