 | Marah |  |
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DIMINUENDO
1
Tired of the sun, and all it shines on; tiredOf life's bright baubles toss'd from hand to hand;
Tired of false joys that are but pains desired;
I seek a land
2
Where sunlight looks like moonlight, and the daysLike evenings, and things present like things past,
And near things like things distant, thro' the haze
Round all things cast.
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3
There, in a life no more than half alive,Let all my waking hours be half asleep,
And sleep's self dreamless of whate'er men strive
To gain or keep!
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