LIFE
CVI
I FELT a cleavage in my mind As if my brain had split;I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before,But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.
CVII
THE reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan;Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her,Can human nature not survive Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be.The only secret people keep Is Immortality.
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