I never hear that one is dead

I never hear that one has died --[^a1]that one is dead
Without the chance of Life
Afresh annihilating me
That mightiest Belief,

[^a1: that one has died -- | that one has died --]

Too mighty for the Daily mind
That tilling it's abyss,
Had Madness, had it once or twice
The consciousness of this.[^a2]yawning Consciousness,

[^a2: consciousness of this. | consciousness of this.]

Beliefs are Bandaged, like the Tongue
When Terror were it told
In any Tone commensurate
Would strike us instant Dead

I do not know the man so bold
He dare in lonesome Place[^a3]secret Place[^a4]lonely Place
That awful stranger Consciousness
look squarely in the Face.[^a5]Deliberately face --

[^a3: lonesome Place | lonesome Place]

[^a4: secret Place | secret Place]

[^a5: look squarely in the Face. | look squarely in the Face.]