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THE SONG OF MELANCHOLY 439
Along hammocks of roses,
At every step, until they sink,
Sink down, pale, down into the night
Thus I once fell downwards,
Out of mine insanity of truth,
Out of my longing of the day,
Weary of the day, sick from the light,
Fell, downwards, towards the night, towards the
shadow,
Burnt by, and thirsty for One truth.
Rememberest thou, rememberest thou, hot heart, How then thou thirstedst ?
In order to be excluded
From all truth!
Only a fool! Only a poet ! ' "
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