But Only Three In All God'S Universe Have Heard This Word Thou Hast Said, Himself, Beside Thee Speaking, And Me Listening! And Replied One Of Us . . . That Was God, . . . And Laid The Curse So Darkly On My Eyelids, As To Amerce My Sight From Seeing Thee, That If I Had Died, The Death-Weights, Placed There, Would Have Signified Less Absolute Exclusion. 'Nay' Is Worse From God Than From All Others, O My Friend! Men Could Not Part Us With Their Worldly Jars, Nor The Seas Change Us, Nor The Tempests Bend; Our Hands Would Touch For All The Mountain-Bars: And, Heaven Being Rolled Between Us At The End, We Should But Vow The Faster For The Stars.
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