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 It's Circuit just the same Whose Doom to whom 'Twould start them - We - could tremble - But since we got a Bomb - And held it in our Bosom - Nay - Hold it - it is calm.
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