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English
1708
XXXVIII. One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, One moment, of the Well of Life to taste   The Stars are setting, and the Caravan Starts for the dawn of Nothing  Oh, make haste! ONE MOMENT AN ANNIHILATION'S WASTE ONE MOMENT OF THE WELL OF LIFE TO TASTE THE STARS ARE SETTING AND THE CARAVAN STARTS FOR THE DAWWN OF NOTHING OH MAKE HASTE
ere was a Veil past which I could not see: Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE There seemed--and then no more of THEE and ME. XXXIII. Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried, Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?" And--"A blind understanding!" Heav'n replied. XXXIV. Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live, Drink!--for once dead you never shall return." XXXV. I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer'd, once did live, And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd How many Kisses might it take--and give. XXXVI. For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!" XXXVII. Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet! OT THE KNOT OF HUMAN DEATH AND FATE THERE WAS A DOOR TO WHICH I FOUND NO KEY THERE WAS A VALE PAST WHICH I COULD NOT SEE SOME LITTLE TALK AWHILE OF ME AND THEE THERE SEEMED AND THEN NO MORE OF THEE AND ME THEN TO THE ROLLING HEAVEN ITSELF I CRIED ASKING WHAT LAMP HAD DESTINY TO GUIDE HER LITTLE CHILDREN STUMBLING IN THE DARK AND A BLIND UNDERSTANDING HEAVEN REPLIED THEN TO THIS EARTHEN BOWL DID I ADJOURN MY LIP THE SECRET WELL OF LIFE TO LEARN AND LIP TO LIP IT MURMURED WHILE YOU LIVE DRINK FOR ONCE DEAD YOU NEVER SHALL RETURN I THINK THE VESSEL THAT WITH FUGITIVE ARTICULATION ANSWERED ONCE DID LIVE AND MARY MAKE AND THE COLD LIP I KISS'D HOW MANY KISSES MIGHT IT TAKE AND GIVE FOR IN THE MARKET PLACE ONE DUSK OF DAY I WATCHED THE POTTER THUMPING HIS WET CLAY AND WITH ITS ALL OBLITERATED TONGUE IT MURMURED GENTLY BROTHER GENTLY PRAY AH FILL THE CUP WHAT BROODS IT TO REPEAT HOW TIME IS SLIPPING UNDERNEATH OUR FEET UNBORN TO MORROW AND DEAD YESTERDAY WHY FRET ABOUT THEM IF TO DAY BE SWEET
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