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They come and go, they pass before my soul, Desire and Love, weak Anguish and Distress, Shame and Despair: in phantom crowds they press, Life's poor processional, Time's lowly dole.
Mournful their voices as slow bells that toll, Voices of them that curse and do not bless;
Ineffable things wrapp'd round with loathsomeness, The deeds that I have done in Fate's control.
They leer and moan, they shriek and threat and lower, Ignoble faces that the sky do mar;
My changeless soul from her high pride of power Looks down unmov'd.
So the calm evening star Upon the wallowing peaceless sea looks down, Set far aloft within the heaven's crown.