I know that He exists. Somewhere — in silence — He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play 'Tis a fond Ambush Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But — should the play Prove piercing earnest — Should the glee — glaze — In Death's — stiff — stare — Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest Have crawled too far!