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I.
This solitary Eden is a hell.
Let's say I am the first of human race
Upon a new-born world, alone with space,
And watching thee, my shadow, shrink and swell;
Let's say I am the first of human race
Upon a new-born world, alone with space,
And watching thee, my shadow, shrink and swell;
Or man's last vestige, left behind to dwell
On earth's last steep unflooded resting-place,
To tell the wind, which whistles past my face,
Man's ended tale,—my voice, his parting knell.
On earth's last steep unflooded resting-place,
To tell the wind, which whistles past my face,
Man's ended tale,—my voice, his parting knell.
My shadow, truly thou art very kind
To keep me company! Ye cockatoos,
Why stay ye here? I still should have the wind.
To keep me company! Ye cockatoos,
Why stay ye here? I still should have the wind.
I see it rustling 'mid the light bamboos,
As evening neareth. Lidless, bloodshot, blind,
The sun's huge eyeball dips, and slumber woos.
As evening neareth. Lidless, bloodshot, blind,
The sun's huge eyeball dips, and slumber woos.
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