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Something this foggy day, a something which / Is neither of this fog nor of to-day, / Has set me dreaming of the winds that play / Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach, / And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray: / Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away, / So out of reach while quite within my reach, / As out of reach as India or Cathay! / I am sick of where I am and where I am not, / I am sick of foresight and of memory, / I am sick of all I have and all I see, / I am sick of self, and there is nothing new; / Oh weary impatient patience of my lot! -- / Thus with myself: how fares it, Friends, with you?