< 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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