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If He were living-dare I ask-
And how if He be gone-
And so around the Words I went-
Of meeting them-afraid-

I hinted Changes-Lapse of Time-
The Surfaces of Years-
I touched with Caution-lest they crack-
And show me to my fears-

Reverted to adjoining Lives-
Adroitly turning out
Wherever I suspected Graves-
'Twas prudenter-I thought-

And He-I pushed-with sudden force-
In face of the Suspense-
"Was buried"-"Buried"! "He!"
My Life just holds the Trench-