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. |