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There, half unread, the ever less and less
Lost in the lessening less, eludes our sight
In space as sunless and more dark with fate
Than are the baleful planets of the night.
Lost in the lessening less, eludes our sight
In space as sunless and more dark with fate
Than are the baleful planets of the night.
| The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell | |