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Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance And madness, thou hast forged at last A night-long Present of the Past In which we went through summer France.
Hadst thou such credit with the soul? So bring an opiate treble-strong, Drug down the blindfold sense of wrong That thus my pleasure might be whole;