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I cannot live with you- It would be life- And life is over there- Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to- Putting up Our life- His porcelain- Like a cup- Discarded of the Housewife- Quaint-or broke- A newer Sevres pleases- Old ones crack- I could not die- with you- For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down- You- could not- And I- Could I stand by And see you- freeze- Without my right of frost- Death's privilege? Nor could I rise-with you- Because your face Would put out Jesus'- That new grace |
Grow plain- and foreign On my homesick eye- Except that you than he Shone closer by- They'd judge us- How- For you- served Heaven- You know, Or sought to- I could not- Because you saturated sight And I had no more eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise. And were you lost, I would be- Though my name rang loudest On the Heavenly fame- And were you- saved- And I- condemned to be Where you were not- That self- were hell to me- So we must meet apart- You there- I- here- With just the door ajar That oceans are- and prayer And that white sustenance- Despair- |