A Pit but Heaven over it


A Pit but Heaven over it
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
And yet a Pit
With Heaven over it.

To stir would be to slip
To look would be to drop
To dream to sap the Prop
That holds my chances up.
Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!

The depth is all my thought
I dare not ask my feet
‘Twould start us where we sit
So straight you’d scarce suspect
It was a Pit with fathoms under it
Its Circuit just the same.
Seed summer tomb
Whose Doom to whom?


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A Pit but Heaven over it