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.