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Of life's elixir I had writ, when sleep / (Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!) / Sealed upon my senses with so deep / A stupefaction that men thought me dead.
The centuries stole by with noiseless tread, / Like spectres in the twilight of my dream; / I saw mankind in dim procession sweep / Through life, oblivion at each extreme.