He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
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At Distance, and Achievement, strains,The Foot upon the Grave
Makes effort at conclusion
Assisted faint of Love.
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Inebriate of Air am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling through endless summer days From inns of Molten Blue.
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The fog is rising.
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This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond Invisible, as Music But positive, as Sound.
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The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.
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It has no Future -- but itself --
Its Infinite contain
Its Past -- enlightened to perceive
New Periods -- of Pain.
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