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'I couldn't leave you' you confessed next day.
Oúr law too binds. Grossly however bound
And jacketed apart, ensample-wound,
We come so little and can so little stay
Together, what can we know? Anything may
Amaze me: this did. Ah, to work underground
Slowly and wholly in your vein profound...
Or like some outcast ancient Jew to say:

'There is Judea: in it Jerusalem:
In that the Temple: in the Temple's inmost
Holy of holies hides the invisible Ark—
There nothing—there all—vast wing beating dark—
Voiceless, the terrible I AM—the lost
Tables of stone with the Law graved on them!'


Submitted by Holt

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 4:14 AM | Viewed: 1629 times

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