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, even in his darkest moments, he here goes beyond the pessimism of the other poem, and lets his fancy stray into more hopeful fields of memory.

The verses are a first and never-to-be perfected draft, and their incompletion affords an added testimony of the unstrung condition of the poet's mind.

ALL NIGHT THROUGH, RAVES OR BROODS

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