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O ye disconsolate and heavy-souled, / That evening cometh when ye too shall learn / The pangs of one who may no more return, / To live again the uneven days of old.
Ye too shall weary of the myrrh and gold / (Seeing the gods and their great unconcern), / And, as I yearn to-day, your feet shall yearn / To touch that Earth which ye afar behold.
Think now upon your grievous things to bear, -- / Some goal unwon, some old sin's lurid stain, / Your vistaed paths, -- are they not fair as hope?
But I between dead suns must peer, and grope / Among forsaken worlds, one glimpse to gain / Of my old place -- the heaviest shadow there.