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Ah, talk to me of something else, I pray; / I'm weary of the dreams that bring nor sleep, / Nor rest, nor love, nor something from the deep, / Where buried are the gods of yesterday; / Ah, talk to me of Death that takes away / My little sorrows, as they hide and peep, / My little joys, as they disport and leap, / My little vanities, my budless May.
The burden of my virtues and my sins, / The burden of authority that grins / At every effort, ah, the burden kills; / I know that Death a Sister hath, but where, / Where can I find thee, Love, when shall I share / The sweetness of the silence of the hills?