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I showed her Heights she never saw—
“Would’st Climb,” I said?
She said—”Not so”—
“With me—” I said—With me?
I showed her Secrets—Morning’s Nest—
The Rope the Nights were put across—
And now—”Would’st have me for a Guest?”
She could not find her Yes—
And then, I brake my life—And Lo,
A Light, for her, did solemn glow,
The larger, as her face withdrew—
And could she, further, “No”?