7

4 0 00

7

Closer yet I approach you,

What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you⁠—I laid in my stores in advance,

I consider’d long and seriously of you before you were born.

Who was to know what should come home to me?

Who knows but I am enjoying this?

Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me?