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I am dazed and bewildered with living / A life but an intricate skein / Of hopes and despairs and thanksgiving / Wound up and unravelled again -- / Till it seems, whether waking or sleeping, / I am wondering ever the while / At a something that smiles when I'm weeping, / And a something that weeps when I smile.
And I walk through the world as one dreaming / Who knows not the night from the day, / For I look on the stars that are gleaming, / And lo, they have vanished away: / And I look on the sweet-summer daylight, / And e'en as I gaze it is fled, / And, veiled in a cold, misty, gray light, / The winter is there in its stead.