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He showed me Hights I never saw –

»Would’st Climb« – He said?

I said, »Not so.«

»With me« – He said – »With me?«

He showed me secrets – Morning’s nest –

The Rope the Nights were put across –

»And now, Would’st have me for a Guest?«

I could not find my »Yes« –

And then – He brake His Life – and lo,

[A Light, for me, did solemn glow,

The larger, as my face withdrew –

And could I, further, »No«?]1

ca. 1862