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A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul, / My spirit bodeth ill -- / As some far-off restraining bank / Had burst, and waters, many a rank, / Were marching on my hill;
As if I had no fire within / For thoughts to sit about; / As if I had no flax to spin, / No lamp to lure the good things in / And keep the bad things out.