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I know that he exists / Somewhere, in silence.
He has hid his rare life / From our gross eyes.
'T is an instant's play, / 'T is a fond ambush, / Just to make bliss / Earn her own surprise!
But should the play / Prove piercing earnest, / Should the glee glaze / In death's stiff stare,
Would not the fun / Look too expensive?
Would not the jest / Have crawled too far?