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 WEET sounds, begone —
 * Whose music on my ear

Stirs foolish discontent
 * Or lingering here;

When, if I crossed
 * The crystal verge of death,

Him I should see.
 * Who these sounds murmureth.

Sweet sounds, begone —
 * Ask not my heart to break

Its bond of bravery for
 * Sweet quiet's sake;

Lure not my feet
 * To leave the path they must

Tread on, unfaltering,
 * Till I sleep in dust.

Sweet sounds, begone!
 * Though silence brings apace

Deadly disquiet
 * Of this homeless place;