Buoyed with tremendous breath
shall
you be, and dilated
breath,
I buoy you up,
Every room of your house do
I
fill with armed men
Lovers of me, bafflers of hell,
Sleep! for I and they stand
guard
all this night
Not doubt, not fear, not
Death
shall lay finger
upon
you
God and I have embraced you, and
henceforth
possess you
all
to our[my]selves
And when you rise in the
morning
you shall find it
is
so.—
