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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?

Not Death – for who is He?

The Porter of my Father’s Lodge

As much abasheth me!

Of Life? ’Twere odd I fear [a] thing

That comprehendeth me

In one or two existences –

Just as the case may be –

Of Resurrection? Is the East

Afraid to trust the Morn

With her fastidious forehead?

As soon impeach my Crown!

ca. 1862