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He room is full of the peace of night, / The small flames murmur and flicker and sway, / Within me is neither shadow, nor light, / Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day.
For the brain strives not to the goal of thought, / And the limbs lie wearied, and all desire / Sleeps for a while, and I am naught / But a pair of eyes that gaze at a fire.