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Enough of thought, philosopher! / Too long hast thou been dreaming / Unlightened, in this chamber drear, / While summer's sun is beaming! / Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain / Concludes thy musings once again?
"Oh, for the time when I shall sleep / Without identity. / And never care how rain may steep, / Or snow may cover me! / No promised heaven, these wild desires / Could all, or half fulfil; / No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, / Subdue this quenchless will!"