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Me prove it now-Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it-now-
Make haste-the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity-

The River reaches to my feet-
As yet-My Heart be dry-
Oh Lover-Life could not convince-
Might Death-enable Thee-

The River reaches to My Breast-
Still-still-My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might-
Dost recognize the Love?

The River reaches to my Mouth-
Remember-when the Sea
Swept by my searching eyes-the last-
Themselves were quick-with Thee!