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He came and sat with me, that One / Whom we so fear. And as I looked / Closer upon him, lo! I felt / Myself unfearing. "Death," I asked, / "Why is it that no man hath read, / Nor understood thee? " Then he gazed / With that dark glory of his eyes, / Answering: "If men could know / How I yearn toward them; if they saw / The things that I would show them; Yea, / Could trust, accept, come to me kind, / Like little children! It were well! / 'Twere well, indeed, if this could be. / "I am afraid of Life," said Death, and smiled at me.