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Life Afterlife

THERE WAS A DOOR TO WHICH I FOUND NO KEY;
THERE WAS A VEIL THROUGH WHICH I MIGHT NOT SEE;
THERE WAS SOME TALK AWHILE OF ME AND THEE
THERE WAS - AND THEN NO MORE OF THEE AND ME.

I SENT MY SOUL THROUGH THE INTANGIBLE,
SOME FABLE OF THAT AFTER-LIFE TO TELL;
AND BY AND BY MY SOUL RETURNED TO ME
AND ANSWERED "I MYSELF AM HEAVEN AND HELL";

STRANGE IS IT NOT ? THAT OF THE MYRIADS WHO
BEFORE US PASS'D THE DOOR OF DARKNESS THROUGH,
NOT ONE RETURNS TO TELL US OF THE ROAD
WHICH TO DISCOVER WE MUST TRAVEL TOO.

THE REVELATIONS OF DEVOUT AND LEARN'D 
WHO ROSE BEFORE US, AND AS PROPHETS BURN'D
ARE ALL BUT STORIES, WHICH AWOKE FROM SLEEP,
THEY TOLD THEIR COMRADES, AND TO SLEEP RETURN'D

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