< Eight Harvard Poets

SHE is lain with high things and with low.
                She lies
            With shut eyes,
        Rucked in the eternal flow
          Of silence evenmore.

        Desperately immortal, she;
            She stands
            With wide hands
        Dim through the veil of eternity,
         Behind the supreme door.

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