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XXXVII. VOID. Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws. THIRTY SEVEN VOID GREAT STREETS OF SILENCE LED AWAY TO NEIGHBORHOODS OF PAUSE HERE WAS NO NOTICE NO DESCENT NO UNIVERSE NO LAWS
rly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground. But most like chaos, -- stopless, cool, -- Without a chance or spar, Or even a report of land To justify despair. XXXVI. TILL THE END. I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone, and I -- too late -- Should reach the heart that wanted me; If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see, And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me -- they noticed me; If I should stab the patient faith So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, -- My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain! EL COOL AND YET IT TASTED LIKE THEM ALL THE FIGURES I HAVE SEEN SET ORDERLY FOR BURIAL REMINDED ME OF MINE AS IF MY LIFE WERE SHAVEN AND FITTED TO A FRAME AND COULD NOT BREATHE WITHOUT A KEY AND TWAS LIKE MIDNIGHT SUM WHEN EVERYTHING THAT TICKED HAS STOPPED AND SPACE STARES ALL AROUND OR GRISLY FROSTS FIRST AUTUMN MORNS REPEAL THE BEATING GROUND BUT MOST LIKE CHAOS STOPLESS COOL WITHOUT A CHANCE OR SPAR OR EVEN A REPORT OF LAND TO JUSTIFY DESPAIR THIRTY SIX TILL THE END I SHOULD NOT DARE TO LEAVE MY FRIEND BECAUSE IF HE SHOULD DIE WHILE I WAS GONE AND I TOO LATE SHOULD REACH THE HEART THAT WANTED ME IF I SHOULD DISAPPOINT THE EYES THAT HUNTED HUNTED SO TO SEE AND COULD NOT BEAR TO SHUT UNTIL THEY NOTICED ME THEY NOTICED ME IF I SHOULD STAB THE PATIENT FAITH SO SURE I'D COME SO SURE I'D COME IT LISTENING LISTENING WENT TO SLEEP TELLING MY TARDY NAME MY HEART WOULD WISH IT BROKE BEFORE SINCE BREAKING THEN SINCE BREAKING THEN WERE USELESS AS NEXT MORNING SUN WHERE MIDNIGHT FROSTS HAD LAIN
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