'Twas CrisisAll the length had passed
That dullbenumbing time
There is in Fever or Event
And now the Chance had come
The instant holding in its claw
The privilege to live
Or warrant to report the Soul
The other side the Grave.
The Muscles grappled as with leads
That would not let the Will
The Spirit shook the Adamant
But could not make it feel.
The Second poiseddebatedshot
Another had begun
And simultaneously, a Soul
Escaped the House unseen