A Pit -- but Heaven over it --

A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit -- With Heaven over it.

To stir would be to slip -- To look would be to drop -- To dream -- to sap the Prop That holds my chances up. Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!

The depth is all my thought -- I dare not ask my feet -- 'Twould start us where we sit So straight you'd scarce suspect It was a Pit -- with fathoms under it -- Its Circuit just the same. Seed -- summer -- tomb -- Whose Doom to whom?