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Shuddering I crouch to earth,
Trembling lest it come more near,
Trembling lest it stretch a hand
And touch me! Choked by an agony
Of horror lest its deadly eyes
Should shrivel my flaming heart of dream.
Sometimes I think the universe,
Mind, passion, beauty, wisdom, light,
All fathomless life-wonders,
Serve only for its cloak.

It lurks like death in everything
That has a singing heart:
In all exultant voices,
In all desire's burning eyes,
In youth's true soul,
In love's slim hands.

Sometimes I think it is life's core,
This mocking-mouth'd implacable ghost.
Sometimes I think it is life's core.
Sometimes I think it must be God.

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