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Rh my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?