1)  My life closed twice before its close       
It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil    
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,    
 As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,      
And all we need of hell
2) Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
3) I died for beauty but was scarce    
 Adjusted in the tomb,       
When one who died for truth was lain       
In an adjoining room.        
He questioned softly why I failed?       
"For beauty," I replied.      
 "And I for truth,--the two are one;     
We brethren are," he said.       
 And so, as kinsmen met a night,   
We talked between the rooms,       
Until the moss had reached our lips,
        And covered up our names.
        
4)      I had no time to hate, because      
 The grave would hinder me,       
And life was not so ample I       
Could finish enmity.       
 Nor had I time to love, but since       
Some industry must be,       
The little toil of love, I thought,
            Was large enough for me
5)      It was not death, for I stood up,      
 And all the dead lie down;       
It was not night, for all the bells       
Put out their tongues, for noon.       
 It was not frost, for on my flesh       
I felt siroccos crawl,--       
Nor fire, for just my marble feet       
Could keep a chancel cool.        
And yet it tasted like them all;       
The figures I have seen       
Set orderly, for burial,       
Reminded me of mine,        
As if my life were shaven       
And fitted to a frame,       
And could not breathe without a key;       
And 't was like midnight, some,        
When everything that ticked has stopped,      
 And space stares, all around,       
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,       
Repeal the beating ground.        
But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,--       
Without a chance or spar,--       
Or even a report of land
            To justify despair.
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