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- I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
- My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
- I am the self-consumer of my woes,
- They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
- Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
- And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
- Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
- Into the living sea of waking dreams,
- Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
- But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
- And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
- I long for scenes where man has never trod;
- A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
- There to abide with my creator, God,
- And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
- Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
- The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
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