The poem
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace --
Would interrupt the Dark -- And crowd the little Room -- Too scant -- by Cubits -- to contain The Sacrament -- of Him --
I am not used to Hope -- It might intrude upon -- Its sweet parade -- blaspheme the place -- Ordained to Suffering --
It might be easier To fail -- with Land in Sight -- Than gain -- My Blue Peninsula -- To perish -- of Delight --
It's quite sad. All her poems move me to tears.