I Reckon

I reckon - when I count at all--
First - Poets - Then the Sun--
Then Summer - Then the Heaven of God--
And then - the List is done--

But, looking back - the First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole--
The Others look a needless Show--
So I write - Poets - All--

Their Summer - lasts a Solid Year--
They can afford a Sun
The East - would deem extravagant--
And if the Further Heaven--

Be Beautiful as they prepare
For Those who worship Them--
It is too difficult a Grace--
To justify the Dream--