LV
I know that he existsSomewhere, in silence.He has hid his rare lifeFrom our gross eyes.
‘T is an instant’s play,‘T is a fond ambush,Just to make blissEarn her own surprise!
But should the playProve piercing earnest,Should the glee glazeIn death’s stiff stare,
Would not the funLook too expensive?Would not the jestHave crawled too far?