I know Suspense — it steps so terse
And turns so weak away —
Besides — Suspense is neighborly
When I am riding by —
Is always at the Window
Though lately I descry
And mention to my Horses
The need is not of me —
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Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.
What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door !... -
Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —
Death — tho'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase —
Suspense — does not conclude —
But perishes — to live anew —
But just anew to die —
Annihilation — plated fresh
With Immortality —