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SOLITUDE
Has it been your part long years to toil
In passionate intellectual pain,
Amid the false world's fret and foil,
Insinuating “All is vain”?
In passionate intellectual pain,
Amid the false world's fret and foil,
Insinuating “All is vain”?
To hear the human Mind, besot
With blood of Saints, in slumber groan,
And know that you can rouse it not?
Ah then, you are alone, alone!
With blood of Saints, in slumber groan,
And know that you can rouse it not?
Ah then, you are alone, alone!
The Last Man will be lone as this,
When down the sky the last day sinks;
Because with warm, red lips you kiss
The cold, white lips of the Sphinx.
When down the sky the last day sinks;
Because with warm, red lips you kiss
The cold, white lips of the Sphinx.
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