Sunday: this satisfied procession

Of definite Sunday faces;

Bonnets, silk hats, and conscious graces

In repetition that displaces

Your mental self-possession

By this unwarranted digression.

Evening, lights, and tea!

Children and cats in the alley;

Dejection unable to rally

Against this dull conspiracy.

And Life, a little bald and gray,

Languid, fastidious, and bland,

Waits, hat and gloves in hand,

Punctilious of tie and suit

(Somewhat impatient of delay)

On the doorstep of the Absolute.