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 Sèvres pleases---
Old Ones crack---
---
I could not die---with You---
For One must wait
To shut the Other's Gaze down---
You---could not---
---
And I---Could I stand by
And see You---freeze---
Without my Right of Frost---
Death's 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---
---
They'd 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 frame---
---
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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+Consequence +Exercise +Privilege
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