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Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s Mouth –
Widths out of the Sun –
And look – and shudder, and block your breath –
And deem to be alone
In such a place, what horror,
How Goblin it would be –
And fly, as ’twere pursuing you?
Then Loneliness – looks so –
Did you ever look in a Cannon’s face –
Between whose Yellow eye –
And yours – the Judgment intervened –
The Question of “To die” –
Extemporizing in your ear
As cool as Satyr’s Drums –
If you remember, and were saved –
It’s liker so – it seems –
