All Nearness Pauses

I've decided to set some poems to music.
Words for light and sounds for soothing.
I hope.
Sending love. x
This is one is by E.E. Cummings. x
Image by Lucy Hazard.
all nearness pauses, while a star can grow
all distance breathes a final dream of bells;
perfectly outlined against afterglow
are all amazing and the peaceful hills
(not where not here but neither’s blue most both)
and history immeasurably is
wealthier by a single sweet day’s death:
as not imagined secrecies comprise
goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon.
Times a strange fellow;
more he gives than takes
(and he takes all)nor any marvel finds
quite disappearance but some keener makes
losing, gaining
-love! if a world ends
more than all worlds begin to(see?) begin
e.e.cummings