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Eyes are tired; / the lamp burns, / and in its circle of light / papers and books lie / where chance and life / have placed them.
Silence sings all around me; / my head is bound with a band; / outside in the street a few footsteps; / a clock strikes the hour.
I gaze, and my eyes close, / slowly:
I doze; but the moment before sleep, / a voice calls my name / in my ear, / and the shock jolts my heart: / but when I open my eyes, / and look, first left, and then right.
no one is there.