TIME AND ETERNITY
If I should stab the patient faithSo sure I’d come — so sure I’d come,It listening, listening, went to sleepTelling 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!
LXXVII
GREAT streets of silence led awayTo neighborhoods of pause;Here was no notice, no dissent,No universe, no laws.
By clocks ’twas morning, and for nightThe bells at distance called;But epoch had no basis here,For period exhaled.
LXXVIII
A THROE upon the featuresA hurry in the breath,An ecstasy of partingDenominated “Death”, —
An anguish at the mention,Which, when to patience grown,I’ve known permission givenTo rejoin its own.
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