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NO REST

I looked and saw that many toiled in vain,
And chose the labour that I loved the best;
Then came a cloudy sprite that vexed my brain,
That there I might not rest!
I found a friend, the truest ever known,
I crowned him lord of this uneasy breast;
But love allured him to an ampler throne,
And now I cannot rest.
I sang, and wrote my songs in blood and fire,
‘Vain thoughts,’ they cried, ‘ingloriously drest!’—
There was no room among the emulous choir;
And there I dared not rest;—

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Ah! though I perish, though the sullen stones
Are on my breathless lips securely pressed,
The reckless earth will traffic with my bones,
And there I shall not rest.