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Not all the bravery that day puts on / Of gold and azure, ardent or austere, / Shall ease my soul of sorrow; grown more dear / Than all the joy that heavenly hope may don. / Far up the skies the rumor of the dawn / May run, and eve like some wild torch appear; / These shall not change the darkness, gathered here, / Of thought, that rusts like an old sword undrawn. / Oh, for a place deep-sunken from the sun! / A wildwood cave of primitive rocks and moss! / Where Sleep and Silence -- breast to married breast -- / Lie with their child, night-eyed Oblivion; / Where, freed from all the trouble of my cross, / I might forget, I might forget, and rest!