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LAST NIGHT AND TO-NIGHT.
Last night my soul was lapped
In shallow merriment:
The sweet bee, Music, buzzed about my ears!
Swan-throated women, under chandeliers,
Like odors came and went!
In shallow merriment:
The sweet bee, Music, buzzed about my ears!
Swan-throated women, under chandeliers,
Like odors came and went!
To night I hate them all:
It better suits my mind
To walk where ocean sobs on pitiless crags,
Bethinking me of foul sea-hags
In noisome caves confined.
It better suits my mind
To walk where ocean sobs on pitiless crags,
Bethinking me of foul sea-hags
In noisome caves confined.
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