XIII. Parting

XII. A Syllable.

Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.