3 A. M.
Reading edition
He came and sat with me, that One Whom we so fear. And as I looked Closer upon him, lo! I felt Myself unfearing. “Death,” I asked, “Why is it that no man hath read, Nor understood thee?” Then he gazed With that dark glory of his eyes, Answering: “If men could know How I yearn toward them; if they saw The things that I would show them; Yea, Could trust, accept, come to me kind, Like little children! It were well! ’Twere well, indeed, if this could be. “I am afraid of Life,” said Death, and smiled at me.