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- ETERNITY
ETERNITY is a wind-blown husk
And fools run after it;
And when a sand-storm brings the dusk,
They call it the infinite.
On the surface — the surface — is Beauty found,
And the surface of life goes deep;
For where it is lost in the underground,
We sleep — we sleep — we sleep.
There is nothing else but the surface of life,
Nor ever was nor will be!
— Except the sleep that endeth life;
And may that fall gently on me!
Fall gently on me, and ere it fall,
Let me once more pretend
That the one I love the most of all,
Is with me at the end.
Let the wind-blown husk, eternity,
Dance over infinite sand,
So the one I love come once to me,
And give me her little hand!
