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And must I ever wake, gray dawn, to know / Thee standing sadly by me like a ghost?
I am perplexed with thee that thou shouldst cost / This earth another turning! All aglow / Thou shouldst have reached me, with a purple show / Along far mountain-tops! and I would post / Over the breadth of seas, though I were lost / In the hot phantom-chase for life, if so / Thou earnest ever with this numbing sense / Of chilly distance and unlovely light, / Waking this gnawing soul anew to fight / With its perpetual load: I drive thee hence!
I have another mountain-range from whence / Bursteth a sun unutterably bright!