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A solemn thing – it was – I said –

A Woman – white – to be –

And wear – if God should count me fit –

Her blameless mystery –

A hallowed thing – to drop a life

Into the purple well –

Too plummetless – that it return –

Eternity – until –

I pondered how the bliss would look –

And would it feel as big –

When I could take it in my hand –

As hovering – seen – through fog –

And then – the size of this »small« life –

The Sages – call it small –

Swelled – like Horizons – in my vest –

And I sneered – softly – »small«!

ca. 1861