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I ran and still I run away from Thee Through maze and mirage of mortality;— Over the hot sands and the frozen lakes, Across the sable wilderness that breaks In fragrant moors, I ran to hills of dreams, Up to the secret borderland that gleams Eternally, casting its shafts of light, From every incommunicable height, Upon the spinning feet of humankind.