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I know that He 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 d**h's—stiff—stare
Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest
Have crawled too far!