E. E. Cummings - All nearness pauses, while a star can grow lyrics

all nearness pauses, while a star can grow all distance breathes a final dream of bells; perfectly outlined against afterglow are all amazing the and peaceful hills (not where not here but neither's blue most both) and history immeasurably is wealthier by a single sweet day's d**h: as not imagined secrecies comprise goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon. Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all)nor any marvel finds quite disappearance but some keener makes losing,gaining –love!if a world ends more than all worlds begin to(see?)begin