Doctor Vysarius

VALET.
Do you think, in Heaven, there are speeches?
That songs or laughter echo in the farthest reaches?
Or is there, rather, quiet—a coldness over all
Where everything’s already said, and deathly still withal?

Did you think that only you could see,
Lover, onlooker, and not alone with nobody?
Did you think that Heaven had no eyes at all,
And bodies hid above a cloud are not prepared to fall?

You are the kind that cannot bear a veil!
O best beloved, believe me, thine eyes could scale
The peak, climb smoke, and cling to angels’ glitt’ring mail,
And having seen what you should not, return to tell the tale.