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TERNITY is a wind-blown husk And fools run after it; And when a sand-storm brings the dusk, They call it the infinite.

On the surface — the surface — is Beauty found, And the surface of life goes deep; For where it is lost in the underground, We sleep — we sleep — we sleep.

There is nothing else but the surface of life, Nor ever was nor will be! — Except the sleep that endeth life; And may that fall gently on me!

Fall gently on me, and ere it fall, Let me once more pretend That the one I love the most of all, Is with me at the end.

Let the wind-blown husk, eternity, Dance over infinite sand, So the one I love come once to me, And give me her little hand!