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I cannot live with You
It would be Life
And Life is over there
Behind the Shelf
The Sexton keeps the Key to
Putting up
Our Life His Porcelain
Like a Cup
Discarded of the Housewife
Quaint or Broke
A newer Sevres pleases
Old Ones crack
I could not die with You
For One must wait
To shut the Others Gaze down
You could not
And I could I stand by
Without my Right of Frost
Deaths privilege?
Nor could I rise with You
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus
That New Grace
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick Eye
Except that You than He
Shone closer by
Theyd judge Us How
For You served Heaven You know,
Or sought to
I could not
Because You saturated Sight
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise
And were You lost, I would be
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame
And were You saved
And I condemned to be
Where You were not
That self were Hell to Me
So We must meet apart
You there I here
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are and Prayer
And that White Sustenance
Despair
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I cannot live with You
It would be Life
And Life is over there
Behind the Shelf
The Sexton keeps the Key to
Putting up
Our Life His Porcelain
Like a Cup
Discarded of the Housewife
Quaint or Broke
A newer Sevres pleases
Old Ones crack
I could not die with You
For One must wait
To shut the Others Gaze down
You could not
And I could I stand by
Without my Right of Frost
Deaths privilege?
Nor could I rise with You
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus
That New Grace
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick Eye
Except that You than He
Shone closer by
Theyd judge Us How
For You served Heaven You know,
Or sought to
I could not
Because You saturated Sight
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise
And were You lost, I would be
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame
And were You saved
And I condemned to be
Where You were not
That self were Hell to Me
So We must meet apart
You there I here
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are and Prayer
And that White Sustenance
Despair
640
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