How stupid art thee?

How stupid art thee? Let me count the ways. Thou art stupid to the depth and breadth and height Thy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. Thou art stupid to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. Thou art stupid freely, as men strive for right. Thou art stupid purely, as they turn from praise. Thou art stupid with the passion put to use In thy old griefs, and with thy childhood’s faith. Thou art stupid with a stupidity thou seemed to lose With thy lost saints. Thou art stupid with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all thy life; and, if God choose, Thou shalt but be stupider after death.