Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Suspecting and knowing are not the same.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.

There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.

I cannot live with You --/ It would be Life --/ And Life is over there --/ Behind the Shelf.