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SUICIDE
When you hurried o'er the border,
I wonder what you found;
Less tumult and disorder,
Or more, beyond the bound?
I wonder what you found;
Less tumult and disorder,
Or more, beyond the bound?
Are there flowers? And do they wither
Less fast in that brown air?
Or do you look back hither,
Remembering flowers more fair?
Less fast in that brown air?
Or do you look back hither,
Remembering flowers more fair?
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Or is the light no dimmer
Than here from noon to noon,
With sunshine and star-glimmer
And glories of the moon?
Than here from noon to noon,
With sunshine and star-glimmer
And glories of the moon?
And are there heights and spaces,
Far distance marked by hills,
Wide vales, and mountain places,
Whence rivers look like rills?
Far distance marked by hills,
Wide vales, and mountain places,
Whence rivers look like rills?
Or do you suffer terror
That voidness is your doom,
A land too vague for error,
A world too vast for room.
That voidness is your doom,
A land too vague for error,
A world too vast for room.
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Too limitless for vision
And too immense for sound?
When you broke your earthly prison,
I wonder what you found.
And too immense for sound?
When you broke your earthly prison,
I wonder what you found.
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