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24 44. Thorough. I an inquirer? No, that's not my calling Only I weigh a lot—I'm such a lump!— And through the waters I keep falling, falling, Till on the ocean's deepest bed I bump.

45. The Immortals. "To-day is meet for me, I come to-day," Such is the speech of men foredoomed to stay. "Thou art too soon," they cry, "thou art too late," What care the Immortals what the rabble say?

46. Verdicts of the Weary. The weary shun the glaring sun, afraid, And only care for trees to gain the shade.

47. Descent. "He sinks, he falls," your scornful looks portend: The truth is, to your level he'll descend. His Too Much Joy is turned to weariness, His Too Much Light will in your darkness end.

48. Nature Silenced. Around my neck, on chain of hair, The timepiece hangs—a sign of care.