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If He were livingdare I ask
And how if He be dead
And so around the Words I went
Of meeting themafraid
I hinted ChangesLapse of Time
The Surfaces of Years
I touched with Cautionlest they crack
And show me to my fears
Reverted to adjoining Lives
Adroitly turning out
Wherever I suspected Graves
'Twas prudenterI thought
And HeI pushedwith sudden force
In face of the Suspense
"Was buried""Buried"! "He!"
My Life just holds the Trench