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I mingle with your bones; You steal in subtle noose This lighted dust Jehovah loans And now I lose.

What will the Lender say When I shall not be found, Safe-sheltered at the Judgment Day, Being in you bound?

He'll hunt through wards of Heaven, Call to uncoffined earth "Where is this soul, unjudged, not given Dole for good's dearth?"

And I, lying so safe Within you, hearing all, To have cheated God shall laugh, Freed by your thrall.