Read it through once

“Shall earth and the cramped moment-space Yield the heavenly crowning grace? Now the parts and then the whole! * Who art thou with stinted soul And stunted body, thus to cry ‘I love,--shall that be life’s strait dole? I must live beloved or die!’ This peasant hand that spins the wool And bakes the bread, why lives it on, Poor and coarse with beauty gone,-- What use survives the beauty? Fool!”