I know that He exists. 
Somewhere – in silence – 
He has hid his rare life 
From our gross eyes.
’Tis an instant’s play – 
’Tis a fond Ambush – 
Just to make Bliss 
Earn her own surprise!
But – should the play 
Prove piercing earnest – 
Should the glee – glaze – 
in Death’s – stiff – stare –
Would not the fun 
Look too expensive! 
Would not the jest – 
have crawled too far!