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I would drink of the honeyed wine that is heavy with poppies / Until my trembling eyelids close, and only the murmur / Of Life I should know: as the murmur of seas to one sleeping.
Glide now the soft, slim feet / Of white dreams that are lovely and fugitive / To whom thy sorrow is alien, my beloved!