All Nearness Pauses, while a Star Can Grow

 

all nearness pauses, while a star can grow

all distance breathes a final dream of bells;
perfectly outlined against afterglow
are all amazing the and peaceful hills

(not where not here but neither’s blue most both)

and history immeasurably is
wealthier by a single sweet day’s death:
as not imagined secrecies compromise

goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon.

Time’s a strange fellow;
more he gives than takes
(and he takes all) nor any marvel finds

quite disappearance but some keener makes
losing, gaining
–love! if a world ends

more than all words begin to (see?) begin

--ee cummings