I know that Не exists.
Somewhere — in Silence —
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
Tis an instant's play.
Tis a fond Ambush —
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!
But — should the play
Prove piercing earnest —
Should the glee — glaze —
In Death's — stiff — stare —
Would not the fun —
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest —
Have crawled too far!
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