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Ourself, behind ourself concealed, Should startle most; Assassin, hid in our apartment, Be horror's least. The prudent carries a revolver, He bolts the door, O'erlooking a superior spectre More near. OURSELF BEHIND OURSELF CONCEALED SHOULD STARTLE MOST ASSASSIN HID IN OUR APARTMENT BE HORROR'S LEAST THE PRUDENT CARRIES A REVOLVER HE BOLTS THE DOOR O'ERLOOKING A SUPERIOR SPECTRE MORE NEAR
 stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! XXVIII. AT LENGTH. Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life Developed from within, -- When Death lit all the shortness up, And made the hurry plain. We wondered at our blindness, -- When nothing was to see But her Carrara guide-post, -- At our stupidity, When, duller than our dulness, The busy darling lay, So busy was she, finishing, So leisurely were we! XXIX. GHOSTS. One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting External ghost, Than an interior confronting That whiter host. Far safer through an Abbey gallop, The stones achase, Than, moonless, one's own self encounter In lonesome place. RISE BELOW T IS SWEET TO KNOW THAT STOCKS WILL STAND WHEN WE WITH DAISIES LIE THAT COMMERCE WILL CONTINUE AND TRADES AS BRISKLY FLY IT MAKES THE PARTING TRANQUIL AND KEEPS THE SOUL SERENE THAT GENTLEMEN SO SPRIGHTLY CONDUCT THE PLEASING SCENE TENTY EIGHT AT LENGTH HER FINAL SUMMER WAS IT AND YET WE GUESSED IT NOT IF TENDERER INDUSTRIOUSNESS PERVADED HER WE THOUGHT A FURTHER FORCE OF LIFE DEVELOPED FROM WITHIN WHEN DEATH LIT ALL THE SHORTNESS UP AND MADE THE HURRY PLAIN WE WONDERED AT OUR BLINDNESS WHEN NOTHING WAS TO SEE BUT HER CURRRA GUIDEPOST AT OUR STUPIDITY WHEN DULLER THAN OUR DULNESS THE BUSY DARLING LAY SO BUSY WAS SHE FINISHING SO LEISURELY WERE WE TWENTY NINE GHOSTS ONE NEED NOT BE A CHAMBER TO BE HAUNTED ONE NEED NOT BE A HOUSE THE BRAIN HAS CORRIDORS SURPASSING MATERIAL PLACE FAR SAFER OF A MIDNIGHT MEETING EXTERNAL GHOST THAN AN INTERIOR CONFRONTING THAT WHITER HOST FAR SAFER THROUGH AN ABBEY GALLOP THE STONES ACHASE THAN MOONLESS ONE'S OWN SELF ENCOUNTER IN LONESOME PLACE
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