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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 thro' summer France.
Hadst thou such credit with the soul? / Then bring an opiate trebly strong, / Drug down the blindfold sense of wrong / That so my pleasure may be whole;