#1712
A Pit-but Heaven over it-
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
and yet a Pit-
With Heaven over it.
To stir would be to slip-
To look would be to drop-
To dream-to sap the Prop
That holds my chances up.
Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!
(Final stanza cont. in comments)
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The depth is all my thought-
I dare not ask my feet-
'Twould start us where we sit
So straight you'd scarce suspect
It was a pit -- with fathoms under it-
Its circuit just the same.
Seed-summer-tomb-
Whose Doom to whom?
(edited) 4mo