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A dew sufficed itself / And satisfied a leaf, / And felt, 'how vast a destiny!
How trivial is life!'
The sun went out to work, / The day went out to play, / But not again that dew was seen / By physiognomy.
Whether by day abducted, / Or emptied by the sun / Into the sea, in passing, / Eternally unknown.