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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not d**h — for who is He?
The Porter of my Father's Lodge
As much abasheth me!
Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences
As Deity decree
Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!