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LV. I know that he exists Somewhere, in silence. He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'T is an instant's play, 'T is a fond ambush, Just to make bliss Earn her own surprise! But should the play Prove piercing earnest, Should the glee glaze In death's stiff stare, Would not the fun Look too expensive? Would not the jest Have crawled too far? FIFTY FIVE I KNOW THAT HE EXISTS SOMEWHERE IN SILENCE HE HAS HID HIS RARE LIFE FROM OUR GROSS EYES TIS AN INSTANT'S PLAY TIS A FOND AMBUSH JUST TO MAKE BLISS EARN HER OWN SURPRISE BUT SHOULD THE PLAY PROVE PIERCING EARNEST SHOULD THE GLEE GLAZE IN DEATH'S STIFF STARE WOULD NOT THE FUN LOOK TOO EXPENSIVE WOULD NOT THE JEST HAVE CRAWLED TOO FAR
scend in ceaseless carol, Inaudible, indeed, To us, the duller scholars Of the mysterious bard! LIII. RETURNING. I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business, -- just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there? I fumbled at my nerve, I scanned the windows near; The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear. I laughed a wooden laugh That I could fear a door, Who danger and the dead had faced, But never quaked before. I fitted to the latch My hand, with trembling care, Lest back the awful door should spring, And leave me standing there. I moved my fingers off As cautiously as glass, And held my ears, and like a thief Fled gasping from the house. LIV. PRAYER. Prayer is the little implement Through which men reach Where presence is denied them. They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear; If then He hear, This sums the apparatus Comprised in prayer. VOICES TRAINED BELOW ASCEND IN CEASELESS CAROL INAUDIBLE INDEED TO US THE DULLER SCHOLARS OF THE MYSTERIOUS BARD FIFTY THREE RETURNING OUR YEARS HAD BEEN FROM HOME AND NOW BEFORE THE DOOR I DARED NOT OPEN LEST A FACE I NEVER SAW BEFORE STARE VACANT INTO MINE AND ASK MY BUSINESS THERE MY BUSINESS JUST A LIFE I LEFT WAS SUCH STILL DWELLING THERE I FUMBLED AT MY NERVE I SCANNED THE WINDOWS NEAR THE SILENCE LIKE AN OCEAN ROLLED AND BROKE AGAINST MY EAR I LAUGHED A WOODEN LAUGH THAT I COULD FEAR A DOOR WHO DANGER AND THE DEAD HAD FACED BUT NEVER QUAKED BEFORE I FITTED TO THE LATCH MY HAND WITH TREMBLING CARE LEST BACK THE AWFUL DOOR SHOULD SPRING AND LEAVE ME STANDING THERE I MOVED MY FINGERS OFF AS CAUTIOUSLY AS GLASS AND HELD MY EARS AND LIKE A THIEF FLED GASPING FROM THE HOUSE FIFTY FOUR PRAYER PRAYER IS THE LITTLE IMPLEMENT THROUGH WHICH MEN REACH WHERE PRESENCE IS DENIED THEM THEY FLING THEIR SPEECH BY MEANS OF IT IN GOD'S EAR IF THEN HE HEAR THIS SUMS THE APPARATUS COMPRISED IN PRAYER
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